tsuna mulls this over with a perturbed sort of fixation since the moment he's seen the message. to make matters worse, there were much too many people he knew on that list. his entire team. hibari, guy— nearly half were names of friends, and naturally— he was worried for them, even forgetting about himself. what kind of punishment would this be? because the mission wasn't a success with little reason behind it, it only left room for speculation. tsuna could think of a few reasons, but—
the fact of the matter was that they failed. no one failed alone. he played his part and could have done something better, anything—
tsuna spends the morning going after his mission's team, sending out messages, looking for them in person, then doing so with the others. he leaves his rover a little after piecing information together, when the word medical comes up. he starts, legs speeding up a fast walk as he simultaneously looks from in front of him to his black glass as he walks and types; a terrible teen habit. he had to find hibari too, make sure he was going to be okay— he could feel a knot of nervousness tie around his throat, tightening its grip enough for tsuna to swallow dry, pushing back the ill-boding feeling that starts in his chest and travels to his stomach with a chilling shiver. a moment more, and he realizes— it's hyper intuition.
it warns him of what was coming, and the feeling is no walk through the grass. it almost felt like death was hovering nearby, only waiting to brush up on him and say hello. he looks around him with little thought and more sudden panic. like it was stepping closer, and closer— and like a caged bird, a tied fawn, there was nowhere to run. the metaphorical wolf doesn't wait long at all to attack, so much so, that even if tsuna felt it, he'd never be ready for the impact.
it's where his throat shutters, obstructs with what felt like an invisible cork, blocking off his intake of oxygen. eyes wide, face losing color, tsuna tries a second time— a wheeze that begins sending his body into agony, tensely shaking until he's wobbling to the side with weakening legs and buckling knees. the third attempt at breathing is no less harrowing, lungs broiling for one last breath of air— his heart pounds in retaliation, thumping in his ears as his fingers uncoil from his black glass, letting it fall to the floor in favor of having his hands reach desperately for his chest and throat. his limbs fail to give him stability, and he falls.
he's felt this before— but, somehow, this is worse. it's growing worse than the supposed dream he had of a neraki jabbing a spear into his abdomen, his throat, carving into his skin and drowning him in his own blood. his heart palpates, an irregular jump that ends with crippling convulsion of pain that fans out.
he can't speak. can't move enough. all he could do is writhe and contort in only growing dolor. ]
[Why was this happening? Why now? No, Maya knows why... Grey's gag order keeps her from knowing the specifics, but after that cryptic message from the instructors people had started dropping all around camp, and you don't need hyper-intuition to put one and two together to make this bullshit.
The only thing tempering Maya's anger and frustration as she pounds across camp with her Medical Squad uniform catching on the wind behind her is the sense of duty. Medical is needed right now. The message had given her the list of names of those to be affected, but the attacks were happening at seemingly random intervals— Maya doesn't know where to be or when, so her best guess is everywhere. Patrol. Be available. If someone shows sudden sign of illness, be close by and act on it.
She doesn't care what supposedly went wrong that could "justify" half-killing a sizeable number of the team, but she wants answers to why anyone thought this was acceptable while Medical's resources are already so thin on the ground and the team has been weakened by this many deaths. Even as she checks for the faces of people she knows from the list she's wondering who she should complain to, whether the kind of people to do this to those under the command would even listen or care.
But it's not the time. Maya witnesses Tsuna fall to the ground ahead of her, freezing for only a second as she breathes his name in horror, before pelting towards him. She skids to a halt, almost toppling under the weight of her own tentacles as she reaches his side, dropping to her knees before him as she assesses his condition.]
Tsuna? Tsuna, it's me.
[Her voice tremors at the edges with the oncoming adrenaline as her hands poised uncertainly over his body. How far were they from Medical right now? Can she carry Tsuna if she needs to? How quick a response time can she expect if she calls for backup... There's no need for her to check vital signs — Maya can very clearly see that Tsuna is conscious. Conscious, in agony and panicking. Even Maya can recognise the fear in those brown eyes.]
It's Maya. Medical sent me. I'm here...
[She continues as she rolls him onto his side and into the recovery position. Carefully but swiftly she pulls his limbs to the correct positions to keep him from rolling over. She's stationed in front of him, where he can see her, grasping his shoulder firmly with one hand to keep him from rolling onto his back so that the fluid can't build to fill his lungs. Her nanite gun is in her pack with shots ready to go, but it's useless to shoot Tsuna while the attack is still on-going. All they can do is wait it out. Keep talking to him— that's all she can do...]
Listen to me carefully, okay? I'm here and I'm going to help you. You're going to be fine, Tsuna, but I can't do anything until your cuff reactivates. Until then I need you to try and keep calm, okay?
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tsuna mulls this over with a perturbed sort of fixation since the moment he's seen the message. to make matters worse, there were much too many people he knew on that list. his entire team. hibari, guy— nearly half were names of friends, and naturally— he was worried for them, even forgetting about himself. what kind of punishment would this be? because the mission wasn't a success with little reason behind it, it only left room for speculation. tsuna could think of a few reasons, but—
the fact of the matter was that they failed. no one failed alone. he played his part and could have done something better, anything—
tsuna spends the morning going after his mission's team, sending out messages, looking for them in person, then doing so with the others. he leaves his rover a little after piecing information together, when the word medical comes up. he starts, legs speeding up a fast walk as he simultaneously looks from in front of him to his black glass as he walks and types; a terrible teen habit. he had to find hibari too, make sure he was going to be okay— he could feel a knot of nervousness tie around his throat, tightening its grip enough for tsuna to swallow dry, pushing back the ill-boding feeling that starts in his chest and travels to his stomach with a chilling shiver. a moment more, and he realizes— it's hyper intuition.
it warns him of what was coming, and the feeling is no walk through the grass. it almost felt like death was hovering nearby, only waiting to brush up on him and say hello. he looks around him with little thought and more sudden panic. like it was stepping closer, and closer— and like a caged bird, a tied fawn, there was nowhere to run. the metaphorical wolf doesn't wait long at all to attack, so much so, that even if tsuna felt it, he'd never be ready for the impact.
it's where his throat shutters, obstructs with what felt like an invisible cork, blocking off his intake of oxygen. eyes wide, face losing color, tsuna tries a second time— a wheeze that begins sending his body into agony, tensely shaking until he's wobbling to the side with weakening legs and buckling knees. the third attempt at breathing is no less harrowing, lungs broiling for one last breath of air— his heart pounds in retaliation, thumping in his ears as his fingers uncoil from his black glass, letting it fall to the floor in favor of having his hands reach desperately for his chest and throat. his limbs fail to give him stability, and he falls.
he's felt this before— but, somehow, this is worse. it's growing worse than the supposed dream he had of a neraki jabbing a spear into his abdomen, his throat, carving into his skin and drowning him in his own blood. his heart palpates, an irregular jump that ends with crippling convulsion of pain that fans out.
he can't speak. can't move enough. all he could do is writhe and contort in only growing dolor. ]
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The only thing tempering Maya's anger and frustration as she pounds across camp with her Medical Squad uniform catching on the wind behind her is the sense of duty. Medical is needed right now. The message had given her the list of names of those to be affected, but the attacks were happening at seemingly random intervals— Maya doesn't know where to be or when, so her best guess is everywhere. Patrol. Be available. If someone shows sudden sign of illness, be close by and act on it.
She doesn't care what supposedly went wrong that could "justify" half-killing a sizeable number of the team, but she wants answers to why anyone thought this was acceptable while Medical's resources are already so thin on the ground and the team has been weakened by this many deaths. Even as she checks for the faces of people she knows from the list she's wondering who she should complain to, whether the kind of people to do this to those under the command would even listen or care.
But it's not the time. Maya witnesses Tsuna fall to the ground ahead of her, freezing for only a second as she breathes his name in horror, before pelting towards him. She skids to a halt, almost toppling under the weight of her own tentacles as she reaches his side, dropping to her knees before him as she assesses his condition.]
Tsuna? Tsuna, it's me.
[Her voice tremors at the edges with the oncoming adrenaline as her hands poised uncertainly over his body. How far were they from Medical right now? Can she carry Tsuna if she needs to? How quick a response time can she expect if she calls for backup... There's no need for her to check vital signs — Maya can very clearly see that Tsuna is conscious. Conscious, in agony and panicking. Even Maya can recognise the fear in those brown eyes.]
It's Maya. Medical sent me. I'm here...
[She continues as she rolls him onto his side and into the recovery position. Carefully but swiftly she pulls his limbs to the correct positions to keep him from rolling over. She's stationed in front of him, where he can see her, grasping his shoulder firmly with one hand to keep him from rolling onto his back so that the fluid can't build to fill his lungs. Her nanite gun is in her pack with shots ready to go, but it's useless to shoot Tsuna while the attack is still on-going. All they can do is wait it out. Keep talking to him— that's all she can do...]
Listen to me carefully, okay? I'm here and I'm going to help you. You're going to be fine, Tsuna, but I can't do anything until your cuff reactivates. Until then I need you to try and keep calm, okay?