#oops my morro experienced his first canon death

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Summary: The first time Morro died.

Warnings: Main character death, asphyxiation, hysteria, injury, vomiting, irrationally emotional breakdowns as a side effect of poisonous gas

Prompt: Day 12 - Far Away

Extra: So, I noticed I haven't written soul crushing angst in a bit, then this prompt came and now I'm here to pitch in on how I think Morro died. Long story short, I think he got stuck in that cave because of a cave-in, and got injured during it. As he's patching himself up, he slowly asphyxiates to death due to kethanol poisoning. I've based most of his reactions/symptoms on methane poisoning, since kethanol is actually fictional.

Morro trudged down the tunnel, dimly lit by his flickering lantern.

He was tired. His clammy hand shook from how long he had held the lantern in his grasp. Had it been hours? Days? Weeks?

He didn't know; there was no way of telling in the inky darkness of the Caves of Despair. Regardless, Morro continued.

One foot in front of the other.

…

Morro was tired. Maybe he should take a break. His shoulders shuddered involuntarily, little bumps raised on his skin. His knee bent forwards and he almost collapsed onto the solid rock. The lantern tumbled against the ground, it clinked to a stop, pitifully flickering as it finally died.

Shadows surged, everything went dark. Except for a low red glow from a tunnel up ahead. Morro squinted, trying to make out what illuminated the tunnel as he got up and stumbled to the light.

It was much warmer, he realized, as the cold slowly seeped out of his bones. Although, the room did smell like-

CRRRRK!

Morro shot his head up as the rocks shifted and collapsed.

SNAP!

His eyes scrunched shut, his face contorted as he barely held back a scream. He rotated slowly, as his leg screeched in protest to the movement. Morro's eyes scanned himself for injury, only to notice the rather large rocks resting on his legs.

His bloody, distorted legs. His legs. He could feel the rock resting on his exposed flesh, pain shooting from his legs from any movement he made.

Morro huffed, when did it get so hard to breathe? I've gotta focus, gotta… what- what do I have to do..? Something to do with… a tomb. Yeah, a tomb! His heart raced with his breathing as his eyelids fluttered tiredly, and his nose continued to be assaulted by that stench of… something.

I have to… keep going. Morro shifted, another jolt of pain reminded him of his imprisoned, and rather injured, lower half. He reached towards the rocks and slowly shifted them off as he ground his teeth together.

The rock fell to the ground as Morro panted harshly. He shook his head, trying to focus on the task… What task?

Morro glanced around the dimly lit room, whatever light source seemed to be behind him. He turned to look, and his leg looked angrily red. Some parts of the skin were torn up, revealing muscle and blood that steadily spilled out of the wound. But the worst part was the random bulge sticking out of the side of his leg, which constantly shrieked its agony.

Morro reached his hand to touch it, but the moment his fingers made contact with the area, tears sprung up along with nausea as the injury grew ever louder. Morro grimaced as he turned his head away from his body, bent over as he hacked. Thick fluid gushed out of his throat, horridly complementing the already disgusting smell of the room. Morro coughed a bit more up, spitting out the tainted saliva as well. The nasty aftertaste settled in his mouth.

The lump in his leg wailed again. The heat slowly ate away at his back. The stench left him reeling. The faint echoes that bounced off the rock walls rung in his ears. His muscles ached. His eyes stung.

Those were the last things he remembered before he felt himself falling backwards as his eyelids closed.

Morro jolted awake, swinging his head to eye his surroundings before he halted as the sick feeling of nausea returned. The dull ache in his legs reminded his dazed brain that he still hadn't bandaged them.

He reached a sweaty hand into his bag of meager belongings, dragging out the first aid kit he had stolen from the last village he stopped at. He set it down, or at least tried to as he heard it clatter. Apparently, the floor was lower than he thought. Regardless of that and his slowly spinning vision, he methodically bandaged his right leg; it was the one without the painful bulge. He dabbed an herbal paste, bandaged it, then repeated until he had to deal with the… uhh.

Oh, yeah. Morro blinked furiously, trying to stay conscious right now. He deduced it to be a broken leg. Which meant he had to set it.

Morro sighed. He grabbed the two sections of the bone, and took a deep breath. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of his lip as he shifted the bones into their proper positions. The lump disappeared.

Tears stabbed at his eyes as he dug around in his kit for splint materials. Using the stick he slung his bag on and some bandages, he set a splint on his leg. Finally, his injuries were taken care of.

He took this chance to view the… cave he was in. He felt woozy as he slowly turned to see the room. There wasn't much, just rocks, rocks, and more rocks.

Unfortunately… uh… oh yeah, the way he came in was blocked off by more rocks.

He was trapped. He probably will die here. Far away from the monastery, where Wu will never find his body.

FSM, Wu. His sensei, his father. Morro was gonna die alone, in a cave, with no one to mourn him or remember him or even care that he existed.

Something wet tumbled down his cheek. His throat clamped up. He huffed, breathing shuddered as he cried. And cried, and cried, and cried.

Salty tears spilled without hesitation and wobbly lamenting wails followed suit. Tears gushed down his face, sobs echoed against the rocks, and heat bit at his exposed skin. His lungs hurt, and all he could think about with his whirling, fading lucid mind was that he wanted to go home.

Morro wanted to beg for forgiveness, that he was never good enough to be the Green Ninja; that he was never good enough to be his sensei's student. Maybe Sensei could find it in his overwhelmingly kind heart to accept his pleads, and they could live happily even though Morro was horribly unworthy.

Morro fell asleep with warped images of happy days in flower fields and trips to the woods.

Morro died; his lungs gave out as kethanol clogged them.

Morro died alone, tear tracks burnt into his skin as his body rested for the final time.

Morro died.