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Sender ID: velocityraptor (Hawks)
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Subject: Hitchhiking
Warnings: Talk of severe bodily harm and maybe a bit of murder.

[ Anyone who happens to have one of Hawks' feathers, either because he gifted it, or they just happened to pick one up, will find that three days ago they darkened a shade or two as the connection to the man himself was cut off - they are now disconnected feathers, and would need to be replaced sometime in the future, if one still wanted one. ]

Hello! Sorry to trouble everyone, but I need a favour.

I'm on Eltrut, and I need a ride to either my crew's island or out to their ship, or something. It's not a rush, but if someone's willing to make the trip I can help out with chores on board, or even pay you if you get me back to my place.

[ Hawks has never, outside of MANTA board requests, set foot on a ship willingly for any length of time, in fact, usually he's flying where he wants to go.]

I appreciate it, thanks.

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I'm sorry about your wings.

(Are they gone forever now?

He might notice they're going in a familiar direction.)

I deserved it.

[ He genuinely means that, there's something under the surface, some guilt there. ]

They'll grow back, it's just going to take awhile, hopefully. The doctors seem to think so.

You think you deserve every bad thing that happens to you.

(Very blunt.)

Not sure if your wings can be helped but I'm pretty sure there's an inhaler that'll accelerate healing in your lungs, at least.

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Not always, but I did deserve this.

[ What he did was exceptionally bad, with a level of cruelty he would've liked to avoid, but he was cornered. They both were. It's no excuse. He should've been better. Hawks slumps a little bit more as they get closer, he's very clearly exhausted. ]

No. You didn't.

(Absolute confidence there.)

Lay down, Hawks. (They can see how tired he is.)

[ A matter of opinion, he's not really in the mood to fight about it. ]

I can rest like this. I slept in Jeanist's car, twice. I should be full of energy.

Energy your body is using up fighting off infection snd regrowing lost bits.

(They sigh.)

We're nearly there anyway.

(They text Faulkner that they've nearly arrived.)

[ Hawks remains quiet for the rest of the ride, sleeping, or at least dozing on and off. When they get there, he steels himself because he needs to get on his feet again and he does so, climbing out of the carriage with barely a peep.

He's definitely in pain, more than he was a half an hour ago, he's just ignoring it. ]

[ Faulkner has already been at the conservatory for a bit. He teleported fairly shortly after Chris first texted him, and has mostly just been pacing anxiously.

He's visibly on edge, and also visibly was in enough of a hurry that his shirt is buttoned wrong and he hasn't bothered to notice, or fix it.

He's now waiting outside the Conservatory gates. Angel is waiting just inside them, all of their heads making little whining sounds because their human is very clearly upset and they don't know what to do about it. ]

Keigo!

[ He said that was fine to use in front of other people... and honestly Faulkner isn't really thinking about it one way or the other right now. He's very worried, and it's taking a moment to even process exactly what he's looking at. ]

(And Chris will move slightly in front of Hawks just in case Faulkner tries to hug him or something else stupid.)

He's hurt pretty bad. Burns on most of his body. Can you get the gate?

[ Just the top half really, he really would be dead if it was much more, and he was sure Dabi knew that. He was an expert after all, probably not by choice.

Faulkner however gets a smile, it can be seen in his eyes and a little wave, because he's so fond of him. And though he shouldn't, he'll speak again. ]

Hey...Richie... [ His voice is rough, he's breathing more than the voice is working, but still, it's an effort. ]

[ He's genuinely not sure whether to bristle at or appreciate Chris's protectiveness right now. He probably would have been smart enough not to go for a hug, because he can already see that that's a lot of bandages.

Chris is probably right about priorities though. He can ask for details later, right now Keigo clearly needs help. ]

Y-yeah, okay.

[ And he's turning to get the gate before he hears Keigo. The way he sounds... does not make Faulkner feel any better. One thing at a time, though. He opens the gate, and also puts a hand on his dog to keep them from charging over to investigate, before taking a breath and turning back. ]

Hey. I'm—well I'm glad you're here—we're going to help—and then one of you'd better tell me what the hell happened—

[ He's alright at functioning in an emergency, but he does tend to ramble when he's worried about someone. ]

We can talk about it once we've got him lying down.

(They're not gonna let him get away with pushing himself to stay up and awake.)

He's stable at least.

(Just gonna guide him toward the break room. It's got comfortable places to lie and is next to the medical lab where Turo keeps his invented miracles.)

You up for eating?

[ Hawks nods, he can give details in a minute he does just want to lie down first, and he will, first soft surface he'll lie down on his stomach, breathing heavily like that was probably a lot of work. ]

I'm not hungry.

[ He's almost never not hungry, but apparently there is a first time for everything. Lying on his stomach is better for his wounds, not as great for his lungs, but there's no good solution. ]

[ Faulkner just nods. He desperately wants any context, but this isn't the time. Instead he just follows along, helping make sure Hawks gets inside and lying down safely.

He can't help glancing at Chris somewhere between worried and incredulous. Things must be bad if eating isn't even appealing.

He looks Hawks over more closely—he looks so wrong without his wings, and Faulkner's first instinct is to hope that has something to do with the tattoos because other possibilities are a whole lot more horrifying.

Deep breath, keep it together. ]

What's the worst thing right now?

[ This is directed at either one of them. Whatever else is going on, he wants to do something to actually help. ]

I'm getting supplies.

(Which means they're going to duck out of the room now and over into the med lab.

Fortunately, Turo is organized so they'll be fairly quickly about it and Shiny won't be skipping her next turn, but for now they're gone.)

[ He's settled. He wishes he could tell Richie what the best thing was, but he doesn't know. It all feels bad, it's all bad and nothing is worse than the others from his point of view. He knows Chris mentioned something for his lungs, he's not sure if they intend on getting the bandages off to check him out. He couldn't imagine they want to rebandage him. ]

It's all about the same. I've just been running around all day.

[ That's why he's all dressed up and not in some kind of hospital gown. ]

[ Faulkner hesitates a little, because Keigo has so many bandages, but then he'll settle on putting a hand on one of his lightly.

He has a lot of questions, but actually he's very concerned about that last comment. ]

You've been running around like this? What were you even—you look like you shouldn't be out of bed—!

(And that's when they'll pop back into the room.)

He shouldn't. He seems to think that just because he didn't immediately die and his wings are supposed to grow back that means he'll be fine.

(Just giving Hawks the flattest 'you are fucking stupid' stare.)

I've got that inhaler I mentioned. And some painkillers. Also I want to look at your bandages, see if they need changing.

Assessments had to be made.

[ He had to run errands with Jeanist, that was pretty irrefutable, although if Endeavor got to stay in bed, so admittedly, should he have. He sighs at least his hands aren't bandaged somehow and at the fact Chris wanted to look. ]

There's a lot of bandages, you can leave them if you want. [ He doesn't know what his plan is about those, but he does sigh again, heavily, and sit up. ]

[ The wings have to grow back? He can't help a wince at that.

...One thing at a time. At least they can help with some of it. ]

Let us help you.

[ His voice is a lot firmer than usual. ]

Let me know what I can do to help.

[ That part is to Chris. He's just as glad they're taking charge but he'd rather not just stand around himself. ]

And then one of you really does need to fill me in.

[ Because he's doing his best not to panic but the lack of context is not helping at all. ]

Not if they need to be changed. (They know you Hawks, they know you won't get them changed if they leave it now.

For now though, they'll bring the armload of stuff they've brought with them and set it out on the table nearest where Hawks is lying, grab the inhaler, and offer it to him.)

For your lungs. (They look over at Faulkner.) Get him out of that shirt, for now.

[ Hawks reaches back behind his head and unhooks the mask so he can pull it off of his face. He's definitely breathing with a wheeze without the help and he does as he's told, using the inhaler.

His shirt won't be much of a problem, it's a simple zip to get it undone and he'll cooperate, giving up one arm than the other to get it off. It doesn't have holes in the back, so it must not have originally belonged to him. Underneath he is completely wrapped in bandages, the only thing that looks somewhat odd is the two bumps where his wing bones would come out of, that have additional padding to protect them. The injuries are fresh, so it's likely he does need his bandages changed after he spent the day gallivanting around. ]

I didn't tell you about my mission, not really. I was back home for awhile. Couple of weeks. Mission kind of blew up in my face. I miscalculated.

[ He'll just nod and help with the shirt as gently as he can, before taking in a sharp breath when he sees the wing spots. It was strange enough seeing them missing but that's still somehow far worse. The bones and everything...? He feels kind of sick.

At least things are clicking into place. 'Went home' was his best guess, but neither of them had actually confirmed it.

That doesn't help his fears for himself at all, but he does his best to shove those to the back of his mind for now. ]

You said you were undercover. That there was a war brewing.

[ And a few other details. Not many, but Faulkner was paying attention at least. Though those details aren't his biggest concern right this second. ]

But... your whole wings? They'll—they'll really grow back?

(The inhalers active ingredient is apparently derived from lung healing pollen. There's likely to be some instant relief even if it's not gonna fix everything. Just a little extra on top of the healing he's already got.)

If they don't grow back on their own, there's probably magic that can help... if you want that.

(Hawks likes flying, but that doesn't necessarily mean he'd want to do something like that.

They look at the bandages now that the shirt is off and... yeah they're getting pretty gross in spots.)

...You definitely need these changed. You know you're going to have to have them changed regularly, right?

(They should probably have him take painkillers first, since that's going to be an absolutely miserable process.)

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