Can I prompt an AU where Hermann is a clone of his father and he's starting to fall apart?
Newt has his arms around Hermann’s waist, supporting him as the hurry down the corridors; Hermann glances back a little wistfully at the party they are leaving behind; he doesn’t have long any more, a day or two, maybe; and he would have liked to spend some of it celebrating;
But maybe Newt is right; exhaustion and- more than exhaustion- is pulling at his already weakened muscles, it might be better to lie down and rest, let his ruined body relax before-
Newt’s hand trembles on his hip, and turns them firmly not to Hermann’s room, but into the lab.
The place is still a disaster area after Newt’s first Drift; Newt pushes him to his table, and Hermann lies down, feels the muscles of his right leg- now entirely coming away from the bone- fall mercifully slack;
He looks up at his blackboards, the walls of endless, months worth of equations, now blissfully useless;
They’d won, Hermann can barely believe it, he hadn’t dared hope he’d see it, even if it happened at all; and now he was here, and they had done it-
“Hey!”
Hermann starts awake, Newt is hunched over him, eyes bloodshot and wild, hair filthy and sticking up in all directions, “Don’t you dare fall asleep;” he snarls, and hauls Hermann upright before pulling open their first aid cupboard;
With the dangers in Kaiju Dissection, it’s better stocked than some surgeries; Newt pulls out an emergency transfusion kit; “What’s your type-”
“Universal,” Hermann frowns at him; “Lars wanted to be sure I’d be of- most use-”
“And fuck him with a fucking rake;” Newt interrupts, tapping the needles and setting it up; “But it’s good, let me get us linked up- I’ll take some blood samples in a minute, start looking at cloning-”
“Newton-” Hermann tries to move his arm away, but Newt catches it, and holds it still; “Newton, please-”
“I cloned shit before this, just- keep going, we can-”
“Newton, you cannot save me;”
Newt’s jaw works, “Yeah, that’s what they said about the world, fuck them too; if you just-”
“Newton-”
“If you just stay alive for a month- maybe less, I can-”
“You can’t,” Hermann says softly;
Newt’s hands shake, he closes his eyes; “Don’t you want to live-”
“Of course I want to live;” Hermann takes his hand, “But it’s too late, the decay-”
“Are you going to go into organ failure soon-”
“No,” Hermann admits, “But I won’t be able to walk, and it’s only a matter of time;”
“Look,” Newt swallows, he’s trying not to cry; “Let me try, please; all we need to do is keep you alive- people live without legs all the time; please-”
His shoulders shake, Hermann lean in and puts his arms around Newt, he’s warm and solid, shivering against him, he feels tears soak into his jacket;
“All right,” he whispers.