This is super, super late, but technically my birthday present for @psyraah fits the theme for Day 1 of @fmararepairweek, “Is there anything I can do?”
In which I know my audience, and there is severe injury and comfort.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Confessions
Summary: Kain Fuery would never have said no to spending time alone with Jean Havoc. So why did the universe have to throw it to him in the form of trapping them under a collapsing building?
As the last of the dirt sprinkled onto Kain Fuery’s face, he could think of nothing else beyond how lucky he was to be alive right now.
Still, he stayed frozen for several more moments, not even daring to breathe, as the rumbling of the building—well, former building—slowly creaked to a stop.
Kain finally exhaled, long and slow, his terror leaving with his breath. The anxiety stayed behind, of course, but now that he knew he wasn’t going to die immediately, his muscles sagged with relief.
He didn’t notice that he had sunk to the ground until he felt remnants of the rubble from the collapse digging into knees. He clutched at the ground with his hands, grateful for the solid dirt underneath him after the tenuous wooden floor of moments ago. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew that there was no way out, that he was trapped until a rescue was dispatched, but right now, he could enjoy just being
