The battle was won. The war was over. And Beacon still stood.
The main hall was the only part of the school that was the most unscathed by the fighting. There were certainly a few holes in the walls and a good chunk of the roof was missing, but all in all, it was useable, and that was more important.
The hall was a quiet hum of various noises. The sound of chatter, repairs being done on weapons and prosthetics alike, and something cooking on a camping stove. Everyone that was able had gathered together to patch wounds and take stock.
Despite the victory, the mood in the hall was subdued. They had won, yes, but not without cost. The celebrations would come later, but for now, everyone was enjoying the peace they had fought for.
That was until Yuuta burst into the hall carrying an unconscious Mav. “Somebody help! Please!”
Malsvir, newly returned from his disappearance, was the first to reach him. “What happened?”
“I dunno! We had just finished checking for anyone else in the school and started making our way here when he suddenly collapsed!”
“Did anything attack you?”
“Bring him over,” said Rachel from the corner of the hall they were using as a medical station.
The hall fell into a hush as Yuuta crossed the room, followed by the professor. Isamu also joined them, much to the protestations of those who were trying to treat him.
Mav was laid down on one of the makeshift beds they were using, and Rachel and the other medics got to work. Yuuta, in spite of his worry and impulse to do something to help, stepped back to let them work. He felt Malsvir’s hand on his back, ‘he’ll be ok’ he seemed to be trying to say.
Some time passed and, strangely, it was Isamu--who had been watching silently--that came to a conclusion first.
“Yeah, he’s just asleep,” Rachel confirmed. “He’s got some injuries but nothing terribly serious and I can’t see anything else that would cause this. It looks like he’s just collapsed from exhaustion. Sounds very familiar,” she added, looking pointedly at Malsvir.
The headmaster shrugged nonchalantly, albeit smirking. “Must run in the family,” he remarked. “In any case, it's good to hear he’s alright.”
Yuuta let out a sigh of relief and knelt down next to Mav. “How long will he be asleep for?”
“Couldn’t tell you,” Rachel shrugged. “However long his body decides he needs. We’ll treat what we need to here, and then its going to be nothing but bed rest for a time.”
“His own bed would probably be best,” Isamu offered. “If, it’s still there...?” he said towards Malsvir.
“Eh, it might be?” he replied. “I haven’t had a full report of the damages yet, hopefully the dorms and teachers’ residences are still intact...”
Malsvir and Isamu continued to talk. Yuuta was quick to tune them out, relaxing now that the immediate panic had passed.
He held Mav’s hand in one of his own, and with his other, gently stroked his hair. “Finally some proper rest, huh?” he said quietly. “I don’t think anyone deserves that more than you.”
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