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11. “Oh god, you’re bleeding”

The words seem to come from a long way off. Hermann’s ears are still ringing from the detonation- a short circuit in the fuel tanks, the scream as the metal tore and the blinding flame-

“Hermann!”

Hermann blinks. He’s in the laboratory. How did he get here? Blindly sleepwalked, still in shock for the explosion and searching for- something familiar-

“Oh shit- oh fuck dude- fuck-”

Newton’s face swims into view, ash-pale, eyes wide and terrified. “Here- for fuck’s sake sit down- you’re fucking bleeding-”

Hermann looks down. His whole body feels numb, almost non-existent. As thought he’s floating outside of himself, empty and void.

His side is mottled black and red, his jacket soaked through. Dreamlike, Hermann reaches down and touches his fingers to the damp sunken mess-

“Don’t!” Newt shrieks, rushing back with the first aid kit.

The pain hits like a freight-train. As thought it had been asleep, and Hermann had just woken it. His side was a clenching, burning, knife-cold knot of pure pain. He chokes and doubled over, almost falling out of his chair before Newt rushed over and steadied him.

“Shit shit- you’ve got to- here-” Newt starts to pull his jacket off and Hermann chokes, terrified to make the pain even worse. “I know, sorry, but it’s- a good jacket, yeah?” Newt tried to smile. “Gotta try and save it, right?”

“You- hate my jacket.” Hermann choked.

“Nah, I love your clothes.” Newt says, Hermann shudders as the layer of cloth is pulled away, underneath, his shirt is screwed-up, soaked red chiffon. “Love them on you, anyway-” Newt’s paler still at the sight, but his hands are steady when he pulls out the first aid scissors. “Love them most on my floor though, right?”

“Right.” Hermann coughs and oh, it hurts. He shudders and tried to huddled in on himself, but Newt holds him in place, the scissors cutting through his shirt with sickening wet shlick sounds that turns his stomach.

“Okay.” Newt’s voice wavers, he swallows a few times.

Hermann doesn’t dare to look down, “Don’t- dare be sick on me.”

“Nah.” Newt shivers. “I do this- all the time. No problem.”

“I am not- a K-Kaiju intestine.” Hermann cries out in high, bright pain as Newt starts to swab off the blood.

“Nah, you’re a biohazard right now.” Newt gives a wavering smile, “No way you can complain about Kaiju guts after this-”

Hermann cannot answer, his breath shattering into sharp, choked sobs as the pain blinds him. He closes his eyes and oh god he doesn’t want to see, he doesn’t want to know how bad it is.

“Okay.’ Newt is almost panting when Hermann opens his eyes. “Okay it’s- not terrible. Not good, but not too deep. You’ll be okay. Fuck, you’ll be okay.” He closes his eyes, and shudders for a long moment. “I’m just gonna- glue back together, and we can call Medical, okay?”

Hermann nods, closes his eyes again and tries not to cry out again as Newt wipes his side with a burning antiseptic wipe, and the clinging, frozen touch of the glue to seal the injury. A soft, weak whimper breaks free and Newt chokes for a moment, his hands trembling. “Fuck man, don’t- I mean, I know it hurts, I’m going as quick as I can.”

All the same, by the time Newt packs his side with bandages and fumbled for his phone, his face is damp with tears, his hands scarlet.

“I’m sorry.” Hermann whispers, he’s suddenly freezing cold, he shivers and moans as it pulls at his side.

“Here.” Newt finds his coat and pulls it over his shoulders, Hermann looks at him, and holds out an arm in invitation. He needs the warmth, and right now he really, truly needs Newton there.

He isn’t the only one, Newt almost dives in, huddling beside him and trying not the jostle him as he puts in the call to Medical. He’s shivering uncontrollably, but he’s warm, and Hermann closes his eyes against the pain, waiting for help to arrive.”

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Newt sighs and relaxes. The onsen is so full of steam he doesn’t even bother with his glasses- he sees about as well without them, right now. He shifts a little, letting the heat of the water play over the sore stump of his leg, soak into the raw muscles.

“You okay?” He opens his eyes, glances at Hermann.

Hermann isn’t moving, which is a good sign. His meds are still kicking in and this morning was- less than good. But now, he’s still, soaking in the brown-red mineral spring, eyes closed and breath steady and fuck but if Newt just could just keep him like this- calm and happy, still and at peace- it would be as good as saving the world.

Newt shifts a little closer, and from there, he can see Hermann’s eyes aren’t quite closed, just a little open, a tired kind of happy smile on his face. “Thank you for taking me out here.” He murmurs.

“It was your idea too.” Newt rests his head on Hermann’s shoulder, and closes his eyes as Hermann’s fingers drag through his hair. “I swear, after everything I heard about this place, I pretty much expected it to regrow my leg.”

Hermann chuckles, deep and warm, “I doubt that will happen, apologies, but is it helping?”

“Hell yeah.” Newt rubs the heel of his hand into the still-spasming muscles, after so many years with barely time to eat, barely time to sleep and definitely no time for PT, Newt half expected he’d be in a wheelchair by the end of it. It’s still tempting, on the bad days, but hopefully this’ll put off any more bad days, for a while.

“Would you want to stay?” Hermann says slowly, “If we could find work here, a place to live-”

Newt blinks. “I- yeah. Sure, I’d love that. I’ll have to brush up on my Japanese, but I bet they’ll love to have us.” He rubs Hermann’s shoulders. “We’re the big damn heroes.”

“Indeed we are.” Hermann smiles, turns his face to Newt’s his smile is warm and sweet and this close, Newt can see every fleck and detail in his eyes. “And you deserve onsens whenever you please.”

“Well, you deserve-” Newt is about to say all your meds, but that sounds pretty tame. “Everything.” he finishes firmly. “You tell me, I’ll make it happen.”

Hermann kisses his shoulder gently, and closes his eyes again, resting in the sweet, gentling water.

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6. “No, don’t cry, I hate it when you cry”

“Then don’t do this!” Hermann wipes his eyes furiously. They still burn, his throat tight and suffocating when he tries to breath, the air coming in shuddering sobs. The world blurs behind the tears and for a moment, he cannot see anything.

Then he blinks, and feels them burn down his cheek, and he can see Newt again.

He seems- smaller somehow, in the bed. The glare of hospital lights bleaches his tattoos and turns his attempt at a smile for the faded, shaky thing it is.

Hermann’s legs tremble, and he collapses into a chair, burying his face in his hands to hide any more tears.

“Hey.” Newt whispers, “It’s okay.”

Somehow, that sheer absurdity of the statement twists something inside him and Hermann is suddenly, incandescently angry. “It is not.” he spits. “God! How could it be worse-” He chokes, twists away, sobs locking his throat.

“It could be you in here.” Newt tries, stroking his arm.

Hermann shakes his head, unable to say a word and for a moment he cannot speak for the blind, howling rage inside him. He’d prefer that. God, he’d take it, if it didn’t mean being the one left behind-

It’s not fair.

Like being a small child again, the world huge and cruel and savage around him and nothing to say but to scream, again and again it’s not fair. To offer joy and to tear it away, to wait until he tasted joy and turn it to horror-

He cannot.  He cannot do it any more. Hermann buckles over, curling up in his chair and groaning in misery. Newt takes him by the shoulder and pulls him in, tucking him in close. He smells of hospitals, and exhaustion, and beneath that, perhaps Hermann can already sense the slow, crawling poison of Kaiju Blue.

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“This is boring.” Chuck moans, sulking against the wall. “Why can’t we stay at the video games bit?”

“But-” Newt looks at the artwork at the booth, then back at Herc, pleadingly. Hermann really doesn’t understand why he likes this place, how many different ways can you draw giant monsters, anyway?

“We’ve done yours, Chuck,” Herc snaps, they’ve only been here for an hour and he’s already looking frazzled. “Give someone else a chance.”

Mako grabs Hermann’s shoulder and pulls him over to a manga stall. The covers all show aliens and spaceships, and Hermann perks up, joining Mako in digging through the series.

“Don’t go far.” Stacker’s voice cuts in warningly. Hermann nods absently, this at least looks like the first book- but when he opens it, it’s all in the original Japanese. Hermann groans, although Mako doesn’t notice, already engrossed. He digs through the books in a hopeless hope of finding a translation, but no luck-

“You can read it.” Mako says without looking up.

“No I can’t!” Hermann wails, “My Japanese is nowhere near good enough.”

“I can find you something online,” Newt puts in from over his shoulder. The monster artist is drawing a Godzilla on his arm and Newt is beaming.

“Its not the same.” Hermann grumbles, looking around miserably. 

The convention hall is getting more and more packed, everyone’s costumes are better than his- if you can call Spock ears and a star trek t-shirt a costume. Newt has his monster costume and Mako is dressed like Rey and even Chuck is dressed up like one of his stupid shooter games-

Then he spots it, just behind the half-dozen Iron Men and the weird hooded person shouting about dog parks. Hermann hurries over and squeezes into the crowd. 

These people have everything. He can see the Millennium Falcon, the Enterprise, Gundams and even some real things like MiR and the voyager probe- Hermann didn’t even know they made scale assembly models of the voyager probe.

Time seems to fade for a while, as he pours over the models and watches a few artists gluing and painting. He’s making a careful list of what he wants to buy before they go home, before the tannoy rings out.

-I repeat, will Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Gieszler, Chuck Hansen and Mako Mori please make their way to the first aid area where their parents are waiting.

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