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Mr. Terrific had arrived at the scene a little late. In fact, he almost didn't arrive at all because from the sound of it he assumed the team had everything handled. The monster of the week was a purple creature by the name of Parasite, something that consumed any and all power sources for food. It had been dealt with before by Superman, so surely a second go couldn't turn sour. It wasn't until he saw on the news one very familiar bowl-cut clad man declared missing did he really bolt into his ship.
It had been several hours. Five grueling hours of parsing through rubble and smoldering buildings before finding Guy because the bio-trackers under-performed in elevated when their overheated. Three hundred minutes passing in a blur of the worst, mind consuming dread he'd felt in a long time. In the meantime, he did spend his efforts rescuing people from the trail of devastation, but every new face that wasn't Guys felt like a betrayal of the universe. That he could save everyone but the one person he valued so closely.
But there it was. Guys uniform half buried in ash, a body spread out like a broken doll. A pulse was found, but faint. Bile had crawled up his throat when he noticed the worst of his injuries: The dark shadow of dried blood that soaked brick, metal fabric, whatever else it could seep into. Holt's hands were trembling, and his T-sphere's very much blaring some alarm for him to be considering, but he was in a bubble. It wasn't until paramedics had arrived to take him away that Terrific had noticed himself cling to the mans body trying to fix what he couldn't save. His T-spheres alarm noted elevated levels of stress in his own body, something it was remembering that he wanted to keep closed.
-> 6:23 am, Metropolis Hospital.
There... There were hushed voices. Voices and something beeping. It felt familiar in a deja vu sort of way that really showed how much of a broken record his mind was some days. Was he a kid again? Or was it that other time he woke up in a hospital, ready to be told that the injuries he had sustained would make him someone different without a second to mourn what was lost.
Regardless, he kicked his leg a little to push away the scratchy blanket yet when he tried with the other limb he felt... Nothing?
Then the beeping he heard turn to a chirping alarm, and he felt a part of the bed dip as something sat close to him. His eyes snapped open at once and he was about to thrash on the hospital bed like caught fish when a hand cradled his jaw. The touch felt so unusual he froze from the whiplash. A groan left Guys lips in probably the most humiliating way but he didn't care. With the meds they had pumping in him, he truly felt like the largest single celled organism on Earth.
If they were on Earth. What happened again?
"Morning." Holt said cautiously. Concern was something Guy never really saw, but this was a new kind of concern. One that came with discomfort. "How are you feeling?"
Guy smacked his lips, feeling how dry his mouth was and tried moving the missing leg again. Maybe it was just asleep, and he just needed to rip the rest of the blanket off. "Higher then giraffe pussy, wuh bout you?"
There it was, the little twitch at the corner of Mikeys lips. He'd kiss it if he could.
"You've been asleep for eight hours and dead for a half hour." And Holts voice was a little quiet. "You also... Talked alot in your sleep."
Guy looked down at himself and yeah... That checked out. His body was half covered in bandages and there was that flicker of memory of fire. Running through hallways yanking people and pets out with the ring while walls of smoke poured out before something knocked him down.
"Wuh talk about." He slurred, leaning his face into Holts hand like a cat. Holt, in turn, ran his thumb along Guys cheekbone and Guy realized there was bandaging around there as well that climbed up to his scalp. Just how fucked up did he get this time? "Babe tell me." Guy found himself pleading a little, because that panic was starting to come back when he tried shifting his legs again and could only feel one. A firm hand was placed on his stomach and it didn't help anymore. He needed to know right now.
"You have severe third and second degree burns from the fire." Michael told him but was noticeably looking away now. His eyes were pointed to the floor while he tried everything in his limited toolkit to comfort the man. "Your pelvis is half shattered and the left leg was recovered, just not in a salvageable condition. I... Might have some ideas drafted on getting you something but you need to recover first."
Figures. He was down one leg and his hip- Wait.
"Ish my dick broke?" Guy found himself asking in a panic.
"No." Michael deadpanned, but he's got a some glimmer of amusement swimming in the exhaustion. "Guy you're getting a robot leg."
And fuck if that wasn't a kickass idea. Guy sinks back into the bed and is surprised by Mikey leaning in to kiss him. "I need't get injured more."
In turn Michael pulled away just to shake his head. Of course that was the lesson learned here. Not exercising precaution, or reading up on rescuing strategies involving hazardous environments. With Guys face cradled in his hands, he kisses the green lantern a lingering, heartfelt peck on the lips before grabbing a remote to put something on the tv. Recovery was going to be a bitch of a journey and Holt, for one, was fine with it. He'd take this a million times more then his person dying in action.
"No." Holt maintained in a monotone sort of way, like he was telling himself. "You're not getting injured like this if I can help it. Not anymore."
'Easier said then done,' Guy mused. Then when he leaned in to kiss Holt again. He heard the cardiac monitor chirp again that his heart rate was 'taching up to 132 and smirked.
"Hey." He said in a low voice, "wa'n scare sum nurses?"