he holds her hand in turn. he’s been crying… his face puffy and eyes red. he’s bathed, already… sat with Vega’s blood on his hands for hours— but now he is clean.
Haida leans forward, pressing his brow to her knuckles. this is their grief to share.
“this is -
it should never have happened. children are not supposed to die. she hasn’t found her anger yet, but it’s coming.
for now, she’s nearly as shut down as Haida is, exhausted and sad.
she mostly ignores the doctors as they patch her up, reaching across the space between cots. +
Haida is urged into the med bay as well… while his injuries aren’t as severe, it is suspected that he has head trauma due to his… absent behavior.
but his head is fine. he’s just…. processing grief for the very first time and has completely shut down.
he sees her as his -
she had stayed with Isma until they had fallen asleep, and long after, just watching over them and unwilling to leave, the instinct to protect so strong even though the danger has passed.
she doesn’t remember being escorted to the med bay, lost in a fog as her injuries are +
@streetpulsebeat https://t.co/eDcrM7REZI oh I misspoke. I’m probably fertile I’m just high risk for ovarian pregnancy so the doctors just told me ‘don’t try it’s not worth it’.
But also I don’t like dick so like… I don’t rlly have to worry about that lmaooo
@streetpulsebeat https://t.co/eDcrM7REZI kids are expensive and I’m poor and also… infertile so… eh. One day maybe.. if I win the lottery lol.
It’s okay tiny brain ily
@streetpulsebeat https://t.co/eDcrM7REZI I thought you meant that you had chronic baby fever and I was gonna be like ‘same lol’
If I reply too fast for you please let me know!!! I don’t wanna overwhelm you.