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I'm still here. Thank you for giving me that chance.

Part seven of The Rain series

Synopsis: Ortho and Idia come to visit the Prefect in the infirmary after the collapse of Ramshackle.

TW: The aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect, Idia cries, Mentions of Ace and Deuce finding out The Prefect was injured after their visits, The Prefect is injured after Ortho's too but he doesn't find out, Mentions of Ortho's death and how Idia reacted, Idia doesn't take the news of your injury well (dw, he gets comfort)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (here), Part 8 (coming soon), . . .

Ortho visited next. Somehow, despite him being made of metal and him having no mouth, it looked as though he was frowning.

He approached you slowly as if you were a wounded animal or a fragile piece of cracked glass that could shatter at the slightest gust of air.

"Your vital signs are steady." were the first words that left his speaker.

"Good to know." you reply, giving him a small smile. The bandages on your lower jaw had been reduced to less bulky versions and your mouth was now more visible. It certainly made talking easier and less of a strain on your jaw muscles.

"Big brother called STYX the moment he confirmed what happened." Ortho spoke up again.

"I was curious" you mumble, pausing for a moment to grab your drink. Ortho stopped you. You could tell he heard about your backtracking in the healing process after your visits with Ace and Deuce and how it left you with a ban (courtesy of Crewel) on bending your arms that far as not to reopen your wounds. He lifted the cup himself and helped you drink it.

"Thank you." you softly clear your throat before continuing: "How did you know to call STYX?" You refrain from asking about the fact it was Idia, the guy who would rather bite his own tongue off than answer a call, who made the call and not Ortho.

"Suspiciously frantic movements were detected on the school's security cameras. Big brother was originally going to ignore it, but then he noticed that the movement was the teachers, and they were running directly toward Ramshackle. There were no working cameras that could see to Ramshackle, I was charging, and it was too rainy to send out a drone, so. . ."

"Idia did something with 'questionable legality' again, didn't he?"

"It was for a good cause!" Ortho immediately defends. "He. . .he may or may not have tapped into professor Crewel's phone call with Leona Kighscholar to figure out what was going on, but if he didn't-"

You cut Ortho's rambling off by slightly raising a bandaged hand; "It's okay. I'm thankful he did. I won't tell on him."

Ortho sighs (?) in relief before smiling "Brother is coming to see you tomorrow! It would have been today, but he sent me in first for 'reconnaissance.'"

A laugh bubbles out of your throat, but the moment it leaves your mouth, your wincing in pain. You take in a sharp breath, but that only irritates a stitch in your side.

Ortho flinches and immediately starts scanning you again.

"I'm okay, Ortho." you wince. At his skeptical look, you rephrase "I'll be okay."

Ortho stays for a few more hours, chatting away to you about what has been happening on campus, in your classes, and in Ignihyde.

Before he left, you offered him a hug. He was extremely hesitant. He'd been avoiding sitting on the bed with you or getting too close in fear that his metal body would cause you harm. However, he gives in after a bit of convincing and allows you to wrap him is a gentle hug.

You awaken the next morning with a worse ache than usual in your abdomen. You didn't want to say it at the time as you knew it would tear the poor boy apart, but Ortho had hugged you perhaps a bit more than just a little too tight. You reached down to gently tap the sore spot only to wince in pain. When you pulled your hand back it was stained red. You looked down. Your hand wasn't all that was red.

The time comes for Idia to visit, but there's no sign of him. No knock on the door. No footsteps. No words spoken. It isn't until about 20 minutes after his scheduled time of arrival that you realize there's a blue glow radiating from the crack between the door and the doorframe.

You had had to beg Professor Crewel to allow you to continue with the visits after the little surprise you woke up to this morning. Well, beg may not be the best word. You were told you weren't allowed to speak for the next few days as the largest wound on your abdomen had become much more fragile after it broke open and the movement in your body caused from talking could reopen it. If it opened again. . . .

Anyway, the point was that you were unable to call out for Idia and tell him it was okay to come in. However, at the same time, you had put so much effort into your kicked puppy look to get Crewel to allow Idia's visit today that you weren't willing to let it pass because Idia was too nervous. You considered the bell on your nightstand, but reaching that far was also prohibited by Crewel and the doctors.

To your relief, a quiet knock came from the door at the 30-minute mark. It sounded more like an accidental brush against the door if you were being honest, but that was enough for you. Previously, Idia had no clue that you knew he was there, but with the brush against the door that he knew for a fact that you heard in that deafeningly quiet room, he knew he had to reveal himself.

The door creaked open nauseatingly slow.

When the door was cracked about a foot (≅30.5cm) open you could finally see a hint of glowing blue hair emerge. Just as you were sure his head was about to peak in, the blue disappeared in a flash. The door remained slightly ajar and through that crack came an oh-so-familiar floating tablet. It floated up to you and text appeared on the screen: "Hey."

You glanced between the tablet and your hands resting on your lap a few times as a way of telling it to look at them. When the screen finally shifted to face your splayed-out hands, you began curling fingers into a fist one by one. You were counting down.

Now, logically, Idia knew that in the state you were you couldn't do anything to him. He knew that. . .

Moments later you were sat comfortably (as much as you could be) on your new mattress and sheets, in your newly acquired too thin hospital gown, with an awkward boy in the chair next to your bed.

It was silent for a while before Idia finally spoke "I heard what happened this morning. . . ."

Your eyes widened and you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Last time you got worse as a result of a visit it obviously had to be announced that you'd be taking a break. It wasn't said specifically why, but you were sure there were some who had put two and two together. You didn't even want to imagine what went through Ace and Deuce's mind then. . .. You didn't want the same to happen to Ortho! That's one of the main reasons you wanted to badly to keep the visits going as scheduled.

Seemingly noticing the panic in your eyes, Idia quickly continues: "Ortho doesn't know."

You quickly relax

"I-I uhm. . .I brought you this" Idia mumbles, holding up a handheld gaming console. "Thought it might get boring in here. . .. It has a really long battery life and when it does die, the charging cable is mega long so it'll def be able to reach your bed. I even uploaded the games I knew you liked to play on it plus a few of my favorites."

You smile softly and give a small nod of appreciation.

He sets the console down on the nightstand for now before continuing: "I also got the Professor to agree to let me install a state-of-the-art T.V. made by yours truly to the room. It'll be done by tonight!"

You begin to notice just how much Idia is talking. Sure, he had a tendency to ramble at times, but it's odd behavior for him to be exhibiting after he spent 30 minutes outside the door because he was too nervous to come in.

Before you can think too much about it, something on the nightstand catches your eye.

You cut Idia off by raising your hand a few inches off the bed. The small action makes Idia jump as though you just told him his save data got wiped.

He glances at your face, and you nod to the paper on the nightstand. When he stays frozen, you wave your fingers a fraction to get his tablet to come to your lap where you type into it "Look at the paper."

Idia stares dumbly but complies when he sees you tap the caps lock button.

He takes the carefully folded paper from the nightstand and examines it before opening it up. It's a letter.

Dear Idia,

Ortho told me that you were the one who called STYX for me. I want to thank you for that. I'm grateful for you. Seriously. You saved my life, Idia.

There was more, but he got distracted by a certain sentence.

"You saved my life, Idia."

When Idia first heard what happened, he nearly shattered. His throat tightened and tears began to pour down his face and, before he could even finish processing the information, he was on the phone with STYX frantically pleading that they send their best medical teams over that instant.

Idia's mind was flooded with images of that night. Ortho. The blood. Sevens, there was so much blood.

He tried to save him, he did. He tried so hard!

He put his all into something for the first time, like his actual all, and he failed. He failed himself, but more importantly, he failed his baby brother.

When Idia came back to, he was standing at his workstation staring at the technology he used to build Ortho after. . ..

When he realized what he was doing he knocked the table over. WHAT THE H*LL IDIA! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT. THEY'LL MAKE IT. . .they. . .they have to make it.

Idia fell to the ground where he stood and curled up into himself. He stayed like that for. . .well, he doesn't know how long. Ortho had placed piles of water around him in hopes he'd drink it since the crying was no doubt making him dehydrated. Just as Ortho was about to bring in an IV, Idia started moving again, but not much.

It wasn't until the announcement that you were still alive came and that you'd be able to have visitors soon that Idia finally got to work. He may not have been able to save you, but he could at least make your recovery more comfortable.

At least, he thought he hadn't been able to save you. Afterall, Ramshackle fell and he could do nothing about it.

So why. . .why did he start crying when he read those few simple words.

Even if STYX technically did save you after the collapse, he did nothing to prevent it (not that he knew it would fall). And he wasn't the one performing life saving surgery.

It wasn't him.

You pat your lap softly, inviting Idia to lay his head there. It takes a moment for him to do so, but he gently lays his head down, careful to avoid brushing any areas he knows are injured (from reading your medical sheet) or getting too close to your abdomen.

He sobs into your blankets for hours as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

When the time finally comes for him to leave, he drapes his coincidentally freshly washed hoodie over your shoulders (he totally didn't wash one of his already clean spares before he came to see you because he heard that your previous clothes were. . .out of commission and that you had had to put on one of those stupidly cold hospital gowns until you could be gotten new ones).

He tried not to pay attention to the way you smiled so softly at him after he gave you his (best) spare hoodie, or the way your ice-cold hands gently cupped his as he reached down to pick his tablet up from your lap (he immediately grabbed the mittens he saw on your nightstand, made in the familiar style one would see in Harveston, and slid them gently onto your hands).

He opened his tablet later that night hoping to check up on you again through the STYX equipment (that he definitely didn't hack into so he could see how your vital signs were looking) when he noticed something typed into the already opened notes app.

"I won't leave, Idia. I'll fight with all my might to keep my heart beating, so don't worry."

When he read that the tears started all over again.

And again, those words rang through his head: "You saved my life, Idia."

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