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In front of that energy discharge, Reigen found himself thrown in air. The fake esper didn't get what exactly happened to his disciple, he knew that it had been an accident.
Some minutes later, the energy wave got lighter until fully disappearing, leaving a confused Shigeo trying to realize what he had done. He blinked a couple times, rubbing his eyes as he let out a tired groan.
“Hmmm?” He looked around, searching for someone.
Suddenly he remembered, he remembered he had lost control, he he had used his powers against the last person wanted to.
His master.
“Shishou!” The boy cried, scared “Shishou!” Shigeo trembled in pure terror, his master could be dead because of him. He saw a familiar shape lying on the ground.
“Shishou!” Mob ran as fast as his legs allowed him to until reaching Reigen. The black haired boy started to cry, his body was trembling, trying to restrain all the swirling emotions on his insides. He wanted to cry out his rage toward himself and his cursed powers, weep the sadness of his loss and hug his master with all his strength.
“What's wrong with that face, Mob?” Reigen cut off the line of thinking that would have driven the young esper to outburst. “I'm not dead.” He touched Shigeo's cheek with the back of his hand. “Everything will be okay, the ambulances are here already”
Mob opened his eyes; his master was astonishing. The younger boy kept Reigen's head up so he could breathe better.
The staff didn't waste any time carrying the blond man into the ambulance and taking him to a room for treatment , leaving a Shigeo Kageyama scared and confused, feeling orphaned in the waiting room of an hospital. He fidgeted with his fingers, they've took his master in the operating room, a nurse promised to tell him when he could go to Reigen's room.
When Shigeo saw her approaching, his eyes filled with hope. He prayed for good news, he prayed with all his strength that his Shishou was alive.
“I-Is he okay?” He asked the woman with a trembling voice.
“He is resting in his room, number 144, the operation went well, so you can go to see him as long as you don't make too much noise.”
Shigeo nodded and bolted towards the corridor where the room was. The nurse couldn't bring herself to scold him because she could understand the boy. Well that and… because he was too far and she wasn't going to yell.
Mob rubbed across the hallway, looking at the numbers of the doors.
“Room 144... Room 144... There it is.” He stopped and caught his breath, for he lacked air.
The jet black haired boy opened the door a little and slid in silently. He got closer to the stretcher and saw his master lying down, with some probes and an intravenous line on the opposite side of his left palm.
Mob grabbed one of the chairs and waited for his master to wake up. At least now he knew he was okay.
Reigen recovered fast. After some minutes he opened his eyes slowly, examining every corner of the room he was in.
“Ah, Mob,you're okay...” He rose the stretcher to a comfortable position to talk with his student.
Shigeo ran since he could hug his master.
“I'm very sorry, Shishou!” He apologized with overwhelming shame in his voice.
Reigen caressed Mob's head to calm him “Mob... Don't worry too much...”
“T-Then...When can you come back to work?”
“We’ll have to let some time pass. I have to go to rehab and so...”
Shigeo looked at him, confused, suspecting that Reigen was hiding something.
“What are you talking about, Shishou?”
Reigen looked at Mob, pained. Little by little, He removed the blanket covering his lower body, leaving in view that one of his legs was now a recently bandaged stump. The blonde man didn't say anything, he guessed that image would replace any explanation.
Mob covered his mouth and his eyes widened, he couldn't contain the shock, the fear, the immense shame... Everything.
“S-Shishou...Y-Your leg... I-It's gone..”
Shigeo jumped over him, he was scared, horrified of his power, he didn't wanted it, he had tore off his master's leg, he has ruined his Sishou's life.
“I'm sorry,I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry” He repeated over and over against the blonde's chest, searching for a redemption he didn't believe he deserved.
“It was an accident, Mob, It's okay, accidents happen.”
“I don't want to have powers!” He sobbed “I don't want to hurt anyone, Shishou!”
Reigen hugged him with strongly and ran his right hand over Shigeo's head. Mob was crying disconsolately, he even made float various objects across the room.
“Mob...Calm down... It's okay, it's just a leg...” He hold Mob's face by the cheeks and raised it from his chest. “I'm really glad it weren't you...”
Mob looked at him, tears in his eyes. Was his master forgiving him?
“S-Shishou?”
The blonde man wiped away the tears of Shigeo's eyes and kissed his forehead. The objects that were floating now were laying down slowly. Mob had called down, now he was just making little sobs and whines between Reigen's arms.
The young esper closed his eyes and sighed softly in the warm embrace of his master, Reigen had big, strong arms, Mob felt like they were protecting him of the pain and fear he was feeling.
Shigeo fell asleep over Reigen's chest, his breathing now calmed. For the older, he was like a little, defenseless animal. With the shadow of a smile over his lips, he fell asleep as well with a hand on the jet-black hair of the little boy.
Shigeo opened his eyes slowly and glanced at his mentor, he was sleeping gently.
“Shishou...” Mob whispered gloomily, He felt really guilty. His eyes were still numb by the earlier crying.
Reigen woke up lazily and looked at his student, the little boy looked calmer than before "He's still in here?" Reigen said to himself, thinking that Shigeo would have left by the time he woke up.
“Mob, are you awake?”
“Yes?” He got straight, jumping off the bed instantly “Yes!” He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep after crying that much.
Reigen smiled, he didn't want to worry the boy anymore about what happened.
“You can go home. I’m sure your brother misses you and wants to know how you are.”
“But Shishou...” Mob replied “I still have to help you to recover.”
Reigen smiled again, he turned himself over, slipping his body out of the blanket, revealing the rest of his hospital gown. He sat at the border of the bed with some difficulties and looked to Mob.
“In that case, help me get on the wheelchair... You know I can't stay still for a long time.”