Every scream from Hoskins had been darkly satisfying; every tiny sound of pain slipping out of Blue now feels like a knife twisting in his chest. His familiarity with the MORO tranks gives him an awareness he wishes he didn't have about what is happening to her -- and she never had a chance to build up a tolerance like he did. It's all too clear that they overdosed her in an effort to avoid the same trouble, and that's before whatever else they did.
...whatever Hoskins did.
He should have gotten here sooner.
Omega holds her close against his chest, but one hand seeks out hers, closing around her fingers. He hates how cold they feel, how weak. But he remembers wishing back then for something solid to hold, something that wasn't metal or stone. He wanted it to be warm. He didn't know what safety was back then, but he would have liked that, too.
"I know," he murmurs to her, hoarse and almost too quiet. He shuts his eyes tight, nuzzling her again, wanting an answer that isn't just this. "You're gonna be fine. I'm gonna get you home."
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...whatever Hoskins did.
He should have gotten here sooner.
Omega holds her close against his chest, but one hand seeks out hers, closing around her fingers. He hates how cold they feel, how weak. But he remembers wishing back then for something solid to hold, something that wasn't metal or stone. He wanted it to be warm. He didn't know what safety was back then, but he would have liked that, too.
"I know," he murmurs to her, hoarse and almost too quiet. He shuts his eyes tight, nuzzling her again, wanting an answer that isn't just this. "You're gonna be fine. I'm gonna get you home."