[Mikey's ninpo pulses out warmth, safety. A reassurance. Leo will recover he infuses his spirit with. Enough for Peter as well as giving April and Don a head's up that it isn't the worst but it still isn't good.
Casey is watching them again, not knowing what brought the hug on except the more obvious Uncle Leo got hurt. But he reaches his arm to hug at Peter's neck too.]
[Peter reaches out to Mikey with his own ninpo, trying to return the same feeling, even as he continues just pouring his own healing factor into Leo. The private connection swells with magic, with love, as much as Peter can put into it.
Explanations are exchanged, plans are made, and all they can really do is wait. The riot is being cleaned up and sorted by trusted people.
Peter stays with Leo, sticking to the infirmary. Once Leo is out of danger he's moved to a curtained off part of the room for recovery. Peter makes himself at home there. Casey insists on staying for a good while until Sunita appears, scooping him up to get him settled down for some sleep.
Peter just sits next to the bed, loose bits of paper being folded into shaky attempts at turtles since he feels too frazzled for finesse.]
[It's silent for so long. So many long, drawn out hours that don't care how anxious and afraid Peter is, or how drowned out the sound of Leo's heart monitor beeps.
The quiet doesn't break until Leo's head lulls to one side, a noise caught in his throat. Barely a sound at all. The staff had been shocked by what happened just as much as they realized it was the first time i all of the war that they'd ever had to keep Leonardo under sedation like this, or actually hook him up to the monitoring machines and oxygen mask.
It was just so much blood lost on that hallway floor.
He doesn't open his eyes, not yet. But his hand twitches against the bedsheet. Like it's trying to remember how to move.]
[Peter knows it's selfish, selfish to just stay here with his husband while Mikey, Donnie, Sunita and April tackle the aftermath of the riots. He only gets up once or twice to assist them to be sure things are going smoothly, before heading back to where Leo lay in the medical bed.
He still makes Leo his main choice.
The noise is enough to draw Peter away from his attempts at origami. His gaze lands on his husband. Peter's heart jolts against his ribs as he sets aside what he's working on to jut lay a hand gently against Leo's remaining one.]
Leo. I'm right here. [He doubts Leo will wake up too soon, but he wants to reassure him.]
[It's another hour. Two hours. Three hours before he moves again, his hand weakly squeezing at Peter's before the rest of him even catches up to the situation. His eyes slight open to half-lids, vision blurry for a minute or two trying to figure out where he is.
His voice is quiet and cracking at each noise.] Peter?
[He leaves their connection open, pouring his strength into his spouse. Only stopping once or twice when he has to get up to stretch. Mikey appears at least once or twice to press water into his hold and Peter obliges his brother in law.
Peter for his part remains next to his husband, just running his thumb across Leo's knuckles slowly. Its soothing to him. Just as soothing as listening to Leo's heart beat.
The squeeze paired with the quiet voice brings Peter back into the moment.
Relief blooms in his chest.]
Hey, you. [He scoots the chair a little closer, peering down at his husband, managing a smile. He's unaware of the faint bruising coloring his left eye, some faint unhealed bruises bloomed at the underside of his jaw.] You're back with me again?
[Everything's still pretty blurred vision as he tries to focus. Can see the light, the general colors and vague outline of things. But he hears Peter.]
...Dunno yet. [He's so tired. Sluggish from the pain and blood loss, and from whatever the medics gave him.] What... what's going on?
You're in the infirmary right now. You were hurt. [He reaches out to gingerly touch his husband's cheek with his free hand. He wants to offer things up in small pieces. Easier for Leo to take in.]
The riot is over with. Everyone is relatively settled again. Just clean up.
[He remembers that much. Remembers the yelling and bodies all pressed in fighting and-
It moved so fast.
Leo shifts, meaning to balance himself on his right arm and move to sit up, but then he just flops back down leaning to the right, eyes wide in surprise. He wants to look and see what just happened, why that didn't work right, but. Something is keeping his eyes from going that far. He just can't seem to make himself look.]
[When he looks back later, Leo will be glad that Peter is stronger than he is for how tight he's gripping his husband's hand. What happened? It doesn't.. feel right.
Worry, concern, confusion comes through his side of the ninpo as he's starting to get a clearer picture, seeing the bruises on Peter's face. Leo knows that isn't right either.]
No, I-i need to be up. I need to help.
[So why can't he, why is his right shoulder in agony when he tries to move his arm that isn't responding.]
Leo. [Peter's voice is firmer now. He pours reassurance and affection through their connection, trying to help ease the mutant. He makes sure his husband stays there in bed, keeping a steady hand in place.
He leaves no room for argument in his voice as he speaks. Leo could hurt himself worse if he keeps moving around.]
You need to stay here and rest. [Peter wishes he knew a better way to even break the news. No matter what he says, it will be a blow.] Baby, this... you don't really have a choice right now.
[Peter needs a moment to collect his thoughts, to find the right words. His brows pinch together as he tries to figure just how to explain any of this.
He still doesn't know how Leo lost his arm in the first place. Donnie was still pouring over footage for the entire riot.
His expression visibly softens as he lets his hand drift up to touch Leo's cheek.]
You're hurt. Badly hurt. [Peter feels like a coward for not saying it directly. He just... He needs a second.] You lost your arm.
[Leo watches Peter. Instinctively wants to lean into the touch, but there's something just at the edge of his thoughts, like a realization of something he's trying to ignore.
Just how light his right side feels. How empty that side of the bed feels.
His eyes are frozen on his husband - Someone trying to grab at him, his swords, the whole place is shaking, someone throwing something up he couldn't see it he couldn't see what hit the ceiling above them but Casey was going to be crushed if he didn't go -
He swallows the lump in his throat, that same ringing tone in his ear picking up again.]
He's okay. Just a few scratches. [Peter barely reacts to the tightened grip. He is unaware for his part that he'll likely briefly bruise from the grip given his diverted healing factor.
Right now, he just holds onto his husband, trying to be his rock.]
He's probably still asleep right now. He was a bit spooked from everything that happened.
[His mind balks at the reality that Peter is telling him about his arm. He'll focus elsewhere, everything else makes more sense, but he's still tired, still barely to get a full breath.]
Okay... Ok-kay, long as he's okay. [Has Peter in all their years together ever seen Leo hyperventilate? Maybe. Maybe once, after Raph was gone, that moment before he was dragged away. It's looking scarily close to that same expression on his face.]
[His husband hyperventilating just makes Peter's stomach twist itself into nervous knots. It has been a long time since he's seen his husband actually crack at the edges.
The confident facade, the way Leo always bounces back, it was something everyone always took for granted. Peter seemed to take it for granted as well.
Peter squeezes his hand gently in turn.]
He's okay, Sunita got him back to his room. She told me he ate something too.
[He swallows a little.] Leo, can you take a deep breath for me? I need you to take a deep breath.
[What's a little shock to a heart rate monitor going off the walls? he's trying, Leo is trying so damned had to breathe, but he can't. It hurts so much, and all he can think is Raph could've done this, Raph would've been fine, I can't do this, I want dad- clenching his eyes shut tight remembering they're both gone.
Peter isn't though. Peter is right there, talking to him. He hears the words, he can understand the words for what they are, but somehow the meaning and intention goes right out of his head the minute he tries to think past the pain that's creeping in now that he's awake and everything is starting to wear off.
He has to be fine. He has to be, his family needs him, the Resistance needs him.
[Peter carefully moves to sit on the edge of the bed, close but not invading Leo's space badly enough to make the situation worse.
Peter was both prepared for this, and not prepared for this. He knew Leo would naturally panic. Anyone would.
He just didn't expect his husband to seemingly shut down.
He pulls gently at their connection, trying to pour reassurance and warmth there between them. Just to try and ease the obvious panic and terror. He wants to help ground his spouse where he can.]
Breath, Leo, breath. [He can guess his words will fall on deaf ears, but it feels better to say something.]
[I am, he tries to say. It just comes out as a breathless wheeze. He feels the connection tugging, and he clings to it like a lifeline. Panic and pain and terror of what's going to happen to him, how is he supposed to lead like this filter through from his side of the ninpo. There are hot tears down his cheeks and he can't stop those.
He's so sure he's screaming, but his voice is barely a whisper.] Peter- Peter-
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Before pulling Peter (and Casey) in for a hug, tucking Peter's head down against him.]
We'll figure something out. And get the whole situation under control.
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Yeah, yeah, we will. It'll only be a little scary for a bit. [It's a lie, but something thats more reassuring than the truth.
The hug draws April's attention over to them.]
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Casey is watching them again, not knowing what brought the hug on except the more obvious Uncle Leo got hurt. But he reaches his arm to hug at Peter's neck too.]
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Explanations are exchanged, plans are made, and all they can really do is wait. The riot is being cleaned up and sorted by trusted people.
Peter stays with Leo, sticking to the infirmary. Once Leo is out of danger he's moved to a curtained off part of the room for recovery. Peter makes himself at home there. Casey insists on staying for a good while until Sunita appears, scooping him up to get him settled down for some sleep.
Peter just sits next to the bed, loose bits of paper being folded into shaky attempts at turtles since he feels too frazzled for finesse.]
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The quiet doesn't break until Leo's head lulls to one side, a noise caught in his throat. Barely a sound at all. The staff had been shocked by what happened just as much as they realized it was the first time i all of the war that they'd ever had to keep Leonardo under sedation like this, or actually hook him up to the monitoring machines and oxygen mask.
It was just so much blood lost on that hallway floor.
He doesn't open his eyes, not yet. But his hand twitches against the bedsheet. Like it's trying to remember how to move.]
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He still makes Leo his main choice.
The noise is enough to draw Peter away from his attempts at origami. His gaze lands on his husband. Peter's heart jolts against his ribs as he sets aside what he's working on to jut lay a hand gently against Leo's remaining one.]
Leo. I'm right here. [He doubts Leo will wake up too soon, but he wants to reassure him.]
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His voice is quiet and cracking at each noise.] Peter?
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Peter for his part remains next to his husband, just running his thumb across Leo's knuckles slowly. Its soothing to him. Just as soothing as listening to Leo's heart beat.
The squeeze paired with the quiet voice brings Peter back into the moment.
Relief blooms in his chest.]
Hey, you. [He scoots the chair a little closer, peering down at his husband, managing a smile. He's unaware of the faint bruising coloring his left eye, some faint unhealed bruises bloomed at the underside of his jaw.] You're back with me again?
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...Dunno yet. [He's so tired. Sluggish from the pain and blood loss, and from whatever the medics gave him.] What... what's going on?
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The riot is over with. Everyone is relatively settled again. Just clean up.
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[He remembers that much. Remembers the yelling and bodies all pressed in fighting and-
It moved so fast.
Leo shifts, meaning to balance himself on his right arm and move to sit up, but then he just flops back down leaning to the right, eyes wide in surprise. He wants to look and see what just happened, why that didn't work right, but. Something is keeping his eyes from going that far. He just can't seem to make himself look.]
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[Peter shifts a little closer to gently push his husband back down into bed. His touch is careful.]
You need to stay put, okay? You're not going to be able to get up for a while. Not until the doctors clear you.
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Worry, concern, confusion comes through his side of the ninpo as he's starting to get a clearer picture, seeing the bruises on Peter's face. Leo knows that isn't right either.]
No, I-i need to be up. I need to help.
[So why can't he, why is his right shoulder in agony when he tries to move his arm that isn't responding.]
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He leaves no room for argument in his voice as he speaks. Leo could hurt himself worse if he keeps moving around.]
You need to stay here and rest. [Peter wishes he knew a better way to even break the news. No matter what he says, it will be a blow.] Baby, this... you don't really have a choice right now.
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Why? ... What- what's going on?
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He still doesn't know how Leo lost his arm in the first place. Donnie was still pouring over footage for the entire riot.
His expression visibly softens as he lets his hand drift up to touch Leo's cheek.]
You're hurt. Badly hurt. [Peter feels like a coward for not saying it directly. He just... He needs a second.] You lost your arm.
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Just how light his right side feels. How empty that side of the bed feels.
His eyes are frozen on his husband - Someone trying to grab at him, his swords, the whole place is shaking, someone throwing something up he couldn't see it he couldn't see what hit the ceiling above them but Casey was going to be crushed if he didn't go -
He swallows the lump in his throat, that same ringing tone in his ear picking up again.]
N.....N-no, I... I couldn't've...
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He can already tell the news isn't something Leo is taking in. Much less taking in well.]
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Leo tightens his grip on Peter's hand. He's only got one coherent thread he can tug at.]
Case- I-is Casey okay? Is he hurt?
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Right now, he just holds onto his husband, trying to be his rock.]
He's probably still asleep right now. He was a bit spooked from everything that happened.
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Okay... Ok-kay, long as he's okay. [Has Peter in all their years together ever seen Leo hyperventilate? Maybe. Maybe once, after Raph was gone, that moment before he was dragged away. It's looking scarily close to that same expression on his face.]
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The confident facade, the way Leo always bounces back, it was something everyone always took for granted. Peter seemed to take it for granted as well.
Peter squeezes his hand gently in turn.]
He's okay, Sunita got him back to his room. She told me he ate something too.
[He swallows a little.] Leo, can you take a deep breath for me? I need you to take a deep breath.
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Peter isn't though. Peter is right there, talking to him. He hears the words, he can understand the words for what they are, but somehow the meaning and intention goes right out of his head the minute he tries to think past the pain that's creeping in now that he's awake and everything is starting to wear off.
He has to be fine. He has to be, his family needs him, the Resistance needs him.
So why isn't he?]
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Peter was both prepared for this, and not prepared for this. He knew Leo would naturally panic. Anyone would.
He just didn't expect his husband to seemingly shut down.
He pulls gently at their connection, trying to pour reassurance and warmth there between them. Just to try and ease the obvious panic and terror. He wants to help ground his spouse where he can.]
Breath, Leo, breath. [He can guess his words will fall on deaf ears, but it feels better to say something.]
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He's so sure he's screaming, but his voice is barely a whisper.] Peter- Peter-
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