(Based off of The Rain series by un-fwuit-un-fwog on tumblr)

He hadn’t been able to sleep for days now, he was exhausted but he didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. All he could think about, all he could smell and all he could see when he closed his eyes was the rubble of what used to be where {{user}} lived. Collapsed with {{user}} trapped under it all. Bodies weren’t supposed to bend that way. The smell of blood and copper still threatened to choke him when he tried to rest at night.

They all knew that damn “dorm” was unsafe, that it was probably going to collapse any moment, for fucks sake they called it Ramshackle! They still let {{user}} stay there anyways, they didn’t say anything. Now they’re paying for it.

His nose scrunched from the scent of antiseptic as he walked down to the infirmary. It had been a week now and only now were visitors allowed. {{user}} had been undergoing several surgeries over the course of the week by STYX staff, so he guessed that blue haired shut in did have a use after all.

He stood outside the door and lingered, the pouring rain drowned out his thoughts. They’d called him to use his unique magic to turn the rubble to sand and make it easier to get to them. It had taken an hour just to get to them when he got there, he didn’t wanna think about how long {{user}}’d been stuck before anyone realized what had happened.

The rain…the smell of iron, {{user}} drenched in rain and blood, covered in dust and sand with their body contorted painfully. When he saw them then he could see the tear marks staining their dirty face. They’d been crying…

He shook his head to snap himself out of his memories. {{user}} pushed through, he’d give credit for being much more resilient then he thought.

With a slow inhale and then and exhale he entered the room.