[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-
I'm right here. [Peter opens their connection further, just letting the magic of the family ninpo pool between them. What he does feel through their connection just makes Peter's breath shake slightly.
Anything Peter could say feels useless, empty. It catches in the back of his throat as he forces himself to stay steady.
He shifts closer, just trying to carefully pull Leo against him. Angling himself to the turtle's uninjured side. He'll be yelled at by one of the medics for it later, but he doesn't care. He's being careful, he's also trying to ground Leo in some capacity.]
I'm right here, I'm right here. We're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. [Peter believes it, believes it deeply, even if things aren't going to be easy for them.]
[Peter shifts closer, and Leo lets go of his hand only to wrap his arm around him as tight as he can. He clings to Peter, burying his face into his shoulder. He's still having trouble getting his breath, but the tears have started and don't show any sign of stopping. He's trembling holding Peter.
The way he shifts, Peter can probably tell he keeps instinctively trying to hug with his right arm but can't. It's just... Gone. And each time is like a fresh wave of realization.]
[Gentle soothing sounds escape Peter as he carefully holds Leo against him. Well aware to keep his arm away from the injury. The sounds die off into something low, a vibration Leo can likely feel more than hear.
He can tell Leo just wants to use the arm that is gone, and it makes the situation all the worse.
Peter just presses a kiss against the side of his husband's face.]
[He can't stop the tears. He just can't now that it's started. The panic's wearing him out gradually, his grip on his husband slowly loosening as he slumps heavier against him.
But the on call medic pokes her head in through the curtain. He sees the situation and steps in, hand on Peter's shoulder.]
Please step back, we need to check him over. [And he gestures to the monitors, going absolutely haywire with Leo's reactions.]
[Leo slumping against him, exhaustion over taking the panic, doesn't make Peter feel any better. He hates how powerless he feels here. How little he can actively do to help.
He just holds onto Leo carefully a moment longer, swallowing back his own urge to cry. He has no right to cry. He has no right to be upset.
Peter gingerly starts to settle Leo back when the medic makes her presence known. Peter makes sure Leo is laid down again before he looks at the medic.
He has to swallow down an unfair anger that rises to the surface. A need to lash out against someone whose an easier target than the situation they are actually in. The medic is just doing her job. She's taking care of Leo. Peter just nods stiffly in turn.]
...Alright.
[He moves back off of the bed, just forced back as he tries to center himself.]
[One medic starts looking Leo over, checking his vitals. The other watches Peter before checking his IV and changing the bags before looking at Peter. The poor man looks terrible, even as Leo is still trying to reach for him.
She keeps her voice quiet but it's clear she understands.]
I'm sorry, but we have to ask you to step out of the infirmary for now. We'll let you know when he can have visitors again.
[Seeing Leo reaching for him is enough for Peter to reach out as well, but he's drawn to a stop by the medic's words. His gaze flicks back to her.
He opens and closes his mouth, his teeth click together audibly. Peter just barely manages to conceal the weight those words put onto him.
He wants to stay, he needs to, Leo needs him.
He's making this worse.]
Right. Just... call me when he's cleared.
[He makes a point to reach out, touching Leo's hand, be it briefly before he draws back. He moves past the curtain, feeling adrift.
He ends up wandering the halls in a daze, unfocused and unsteady. He holds onto his connection with Leo. The brunette puts too much of his healing into their connection, just trying.]
[The clean up from the rioting is still ongoing, though it is mostly finished in the hallways closer to the infirmary. It's a sort of manufactured quiet, like everyone waiting for something else holding their breath.
The base knows something happened. They know Commander Leonardo was injured. But as far as anyone knew outside the medical staff and the Hamatos, no one knew anything. He could be dead for all they know.
But Mikey comes bounding around a corner and stops when he sees Peter. Eyes wide, he takes a breath before stepping 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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Anything Peter could say feels useless, empty. It catches in the back of his throat as he forces himself to stay steady.
He shifts closer, just trying to carefully pull Leo against him. Angling himself to the turtle's uninjured side. He'll be yelled at by one of the medics for it later, but he doesn't care. He's being careful, he's also trying to ground Leo in some capacity.]
I'm right here, I'm right here. We're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. [Peter believes it, believes it deeply, even if things aren't going to be easy for them.]
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The way he shifts, Peter can probably tell he keeps instinctively trying to hug with his right arm but can't. It's just... Gone. And each time is like a fresh wave of realization.]
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He can tell Leo just wants to use the arm that is gone, and it makes the situation all the worse.
Peter just presses a kiss against the side of his husband's face.]
I got you. I got you. I promise.
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But the on call medic pokes her head in through the curtain. He sees the situation and steps in, hand on Peter's shoulder.]
Please step back, we need to check him over. [And he gestures to the monitors, going absolutely haywire with Leo's reactions.]
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He just holds onto Leo carefully a moment longer, swallowing back his own urge to cry. He has no right to cry. He has no right to be upset.
Peter gingerly starts to settle Leo back when the medic makes her presence known. Peter makes sure Leo is laid down again before he looks at the medic.
He has to swallow down an unfair anger that rises to the surface. A need to lash out against someone whose an easier target than the situation they are actually in. The medic is just doing her job. She's taking care of Leo. Peter just nods stiffly in turn.]
...Alright.
[He moves back off of the bed, just forced back as he tries to center himself.]
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She keeps her voice quiet but it's clear she understands.]
I'm sorry, but we have to ask you to step out of the infirmary for now. We'll let you know when he can have visitors again.
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He opens and closes his mouth, his teeth click together audibly. Peter just barely manages to conceal the weight those words put onto him.
He wants to stay, he needs to, Leo needs him.
He's making this worse.]
Right. Just... call me when he's cleared.
[He makes a point to reach out, touching Leo's hand, be it briefly before he draws back. He moves past the curtain, feeling adrift.
He ends up wandering the halls in a daze, unfocused and unsteady. He holds onto his connection with Leo. The brunette puts too much of his healing into their connection, just trying.]
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The base knows something happened. They know Commander Leonardo was injured. But as far as anyone knew outside the medical staff and the Hamatos, no one knew anything. He could be dead for all they know.
But Mikey comes bounding around a corner and stops when he sees Peter. Eyes wide, he takes a breath before stepping up.]
Hey- Peter... How is he? Is he awake yet?
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He sticks to the floor, finding it comforting. It grounds him.]
He, did. He woke up for a little bit. [He drags a hand through his hair tiredly.] He's not- he's hurting, and didn't take the news well.
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But he can see the rest there too. How drained Peter is from just that one interaction, knowing Leo is hurting.
(He can feel it, just on the edge of the family ninpo. Mikey aches to help.)
He looks around before carefully touching at Peter's arm to guide him to the nearest meeting room and closes the door for some privacy.]
And how are you?
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