It must have been something you said

[codeoracle]

WHO: Futaba, anyone from the Heaven Scent Infiltration that would be Concerned, Yusuke, Adachi, Akira, Akechi, Makoto, Skater Fam--and whatever part of the circus they drag in. Basically open?
WHERE: A Hospital in Scenic De Chima
WHEN: Late August 15th through Release on August 18th
WHAT: Futaba made a near fatal error, there are consequences
WARNINGS: Bodily injury, blood, things with hospitals, possible cursing considering. Will add more as they come up.



1. Arrival | No Futaba communication; play out as thou wilt

[Anyone that arrives soon after communication from Yusuke or Adachi will find chaos with nurses and doctors moving in and out of unit that must be Futaba's. There are worried, pinched faces and they are being kept from the room itself while they work. If you're looking for answers you'll have to find Yusuke or Adachi--the medics aren't going to spare time in the moment.]

2. Early Morning Wake Up Call

[Following what must have been a very stressful night, the wee hours of the morning of the 16th see Futaba finally coming around. She's still out of it, brain fuzzy and tired, her body covered in bandages and bruises. Someone might want to keep her from trying to haphazardly sit up at first. For anyone still hanging around, visitor hours be damned.]

What--uhm why does everyone look like someone died?

3. Visiting Hours (And after hours for all those crime boys I guess)

[You might find yourself coming in and out throughout the day after Futaba comes to on the 16th. She's laid up to rest, not due to be evaluated for release until the 18th at the earliest. If you weren't on the list of those immediately contacted this might be the first time you're able to make it up to De Chima to see her--or you might be coming back to see her without crowds of people.

It's a 50/50 shot on whether or not Futaba is awake when guests arrive, but she'll come to readily enough--even if she feels like sleeping for a month after the ordeal she's been through.]

Wild Card

[Something not suiting you? Want to throw something at me but want to run it by first? Then this is for you! Feel free to just toss something up...or to hit me up at likeredgold to hash it out!

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arrival

[bypasser]

[Otabek gets to the hospital in De Chima as quickly as he can. It's still not fast enough to keep the anxiety at bay. If.. he practiced with his abilities, he could have arrived already. He could have possibly done something to help, even though he doesn't know what happened yet. When he sees Yusuke, alone in a waiting room, face bruised and arm in a sling, he strides over.

He might look angry, but he's only a little bit. Mostly concerned and upset, which all makes him appear to be pissed off instead.]

Are you alright? What happened?

[Stopping in front of him, he stretches up on his toes and gently cups the sides of Yusuke's face, tipping his head back to look him over.]

[lempereur]

[ The look on Otabek's face is new. It's a little concerning, enough reason for him to tense up and start stuttering out an explanation, until the skater's hands are on him, as tenderly as always. Yusuke releases a long sigh, and cooperates fully with the examination, which is more than he can say for his interactions with the doctors. ]

The raid did not go as planned. We were poorly organized.

[ There's no blame to throw around, all three of them had done something stupid. Some missions don't work. Usually, at least those ones have a healer involved so that this doesn't happen. ]

[bypasser]

[Otabek listens while continuing his assessment. To the left, the right. Up and back. Down again. His fingers run across his cheekbones, and his frown deepens at the obvious broken nose.]

Why. If there was a plan, why was it not better arranged.

[His questions come out as statements. He cares for Yusuke and as that affection deepens, so does his concern. Otabek would never ask him to stop doing what he's doing, not if it's important to him, but.]

A poor plan is a plan that isn't executed.

[lempereur]

We were going in blind. The plan was to gather information and destroy the facility. We anticipated that there might be resistance, but we did not know how much or what kind.

[ They did what they set out to do, it just got...complicated. It was just the three of them, there should have been more. Even his first mission with the Phantom Thieves had five of them. Someone to cover every role and every angle. That hadn't been the case, this time. ]

We were trapped in the dark with this woman who turned herself into some...beast. We were not prepared for her. [ Yusuke shifts, which jostles his arm and makes him since. ] All three of us made mistakes.

[bypasser]

[Otabek drops his hands to his sides, fisting them and pressing them against his thighs. He's not quite prepared for how angry he is. How upset he is. If Yusuke had been more seriously injured, or died, he just.. he huffs out a frustrated breath.]

I don't care if one or all of you made mistakes. You shouldn't have gone in without more than enough help. [Rationally, he knows that might not have done any good, but he's not feeling particularly rational right now.] What if something worse had happened? Hm?

Then what? You make us care about you and then.. and then you.

[His mind supplies all these horrible scenarios and it flares his typically dormant temper up.]

It was irresponsible.

[lempereur]

We had no way of knowing what we needed, and I feel guilty enough with--

[ Yusuke's first instinct, when faced with harsh realities that he absolutely has to deal with, is to get defensive, and between the stress and the worry and the pain, he has to bite down on his finger to keep himself from going there. Otabek is only angry because he's concerned. He knows that.

Maybe things would have gone better with Akira and Makoto. Maybe it would have been easier without Adachi, keep it between Phantom Thieves that knew how to work with each other already. Hell, maybe he should have stuck with Dooku, at least their outing had been productive.

But it was too late for all of those things, and he's still got a few minutes until the pain medication kicks in, so he's in no mood to fight Otabek on this. He's right, anyway. Mostly. His good arm reaches clumsily for one of those fists, partly a gesture of affection and partly a means to steady himself. ]

...Beka? I'm sorry. We should have been smarter, but I am waiting to find out if Futaba is doing to die or not. I understand if you are angry, but I will be out of this sling in a week, if I eat and sleep properly.

[bypasser]

[He doesn't mean to get so upset and lash out, but it's a lot to process. He learns about what Yusuke does and his roll with Constellation and then he's injured. There's hardly any time to work through it all and decide what he wants to do, or how to feel, before something new occurs.]

Futaba is hurt, too?

[Waiting to find out if she would die or not. Otabek's fist slowly softens, fingers splaying out so he can link them together. He's still angry, that much is obvious, but he needs to get in control of himself again, be there for Yusuke.]

I'm sorry. I just.. You're hurt and I was worried. What do you need me to do? Speak with the doctors, get you something to eat or drink?

[lempereur]

She is, worse than me.

[ Yusuke bites his lip to hold himself together, and looks over Otabek's shoulder in the direction of the room where they were keeping her, doing...he's not sure. They won't tell him anything, give him any updates, and it's making him tap his foot again in frustration. ]

They said something about broken ribs and internal bleeding. I carried her here, only concerned about getting her out. I might have made it worse.

[ He screws his eyes shut, swallowing hard. Everything is a little fuzzier and difficult to explain, whether it's due to the medication or getting his head thrown against a concrete wall is...well, actually, it's definitely both. ]

Can you stay here with me? Yuri is here, he's getting something from the cafeteria, so if you could...

[ Oww. ]

[bypasser]

[If they won't tell Yusuke, who came in with her, then they most likely wouldn't tell him anything either. He won't hassle the staff but he can do this.]

You brought here her where they can help her. It was the best choice to make.

[A hospital with skilled physicians was better than leaving her wherever they were or trying to do a patch up on their own.]

Of course. Yusuke.. [Otabek reaches for him, hands circling his waist. He takes as much of his weight as he can.] Lets sit down.

[Guiding them to a wider seat, he gently pushes Yusuke into a sitting position and slides in next to him so that he can rest against Otabek.]

Are you alright?

[lempereur]

They told me I have a concussion and should get some rest, but I need to be there for Futaba when she wakes up.

[ Because she took that scientist's attack for him, even though she had no way to defend herself. Because he had snuck up and down her Palace, he forced her out into the world, because she had become closer to him than even Akira. Yusuke would be fine, for her sake, as long as he just takes it easy until she's up.

He leans his weight about Otabek, scooting to angle himself so his head can rest on his shoulder. ]

I am alright, Otabek. I feel like I have been hit by a subway train, but it will pass. The painkillers...

[ He reaches for Otabek's hand and-- oh, no, god, wrong arm, ow. ]

I feel better already, if I don't move.

[bypasser]

You'll be no good to her if you make yourself worse.

[Otabek wraps his arm around Yusuke, keeping him upright and letting him use his body for any support that he might need.]

Here. [He curls around so that he can take Yusuke's good hand and spare him any more unneeded pain.] I've got you.

Then don't move. Not anymore than you have to.

[He lowers his voice, brushing a soft kiss across the top of Yusuke's head.]

Let me take care of you. Please.

[lempereur]

[ He's about to slip into his usual routine, spouting reassurances that he's fine, or at least that he will be, but there's a fluttering in the bottom of his throat that keeps him quiet. Yusuke knows that if the roles were reversed, he would say the same thing.

When they reverse, there is always that nagging, guilty feeling that someday it will happen and it will be his own fault and it will be so much worse than a busted up shoulder. Right now, those dark thoughts are far enough away not to dwell on, pushed away by the butterflies Yusuke is more than happy to be home to. How long are they supposed to last, anyway? ]

Okay.

[ He makes himself as comfortable as he can, given the circumstances, and returns the innocent, affectionate gesture, pressing a kiss to Otabek's cheek. ]

As long as you promise to let me support you when you need it. You do so much for us, and rarely discuss your own problems. Don't think I haven't noticed... [ Aaaand yawn. How can Otabek be so fit and also a good pillow? Not fair. ] And let Yuri help. He's worried about my weight.

[bypasser]

[Otabek smiles to himself, calmed by the sweet kiss and relaxing in hopes that Yusuke will mimic his body language. He can't heal his injuries, but he can hold him for a little while. It could help.]

Sometime, later. We can talk about me. [He rests his cheek against Yusuke's hair.] Then you can give me all the support you want.

You don't eat enough. We both worry.

[If Yusuke couldn't prioritize eating, then they would do it for him. Otabek would pick up cooking more often if that's what it took to get his boyfriend healthier.]

What if I made you Japanese dishes?

[lempereur]

You will receive all the support you can handle. More than that, even.

[ To his credit (or, let's be honest, mostly Otabek's), Yusuke is as calm as he can get until he hears some good news about Futaba. ]

You really don't need to worry about that...but we are learning together, are we not? We could try something Japanese.

[bypasser]

[Otabek might try to brush off too much support, not wanting to be a burden to anyone, but he'd do his best to be open minded about it and not push Yusuke away.]

Not worry about your health?

[He arches a brow.]

It's too late for that, Yusuke. We can cook together then.

[lempereur]

I only mean that I feel fine. Not...at this moment, but usually.

[ And by fine, he really means normal, which is not normal by most standards, but it's what he's used to. "Daily, at least," is better than the way things used to be. ]

We have a deal, then.