The room was silent, sterile; no sounds other than the steady beat of the machines around him. He struggled to keep his eyes open, sleep being the end last thing on his mind yet it was slowly getting its reach on him.

Every time he would shut his eyes, he would be assaulted with the images of what he had caused. Not only to himself but, to his brother. The one he has promised he would keep safe, to his own dying breath.

He was roused from his stupor when the door to his room opened and heavy footsteps let him know that the person who opened it came in.

The voice came out as soft as it could from the gruff voice, "Howdy Hanzo, you awake?" A hand was lightly placed on the shoulder of Hanzo.

Hanzo's eyes opened quickly and glanced at the other, opening his mouth to speak but was stopped by a harsh coughed that escaped him instead.

"Hold up there partner, let me get you some water. Just relax for a sec'." He set the item he carried down on the guest seat while he poured water from jug that had been on the small table. "Let me help you sit up so you don't choke on this." He set the jug down before helping Hanzo up sit up while careful not to aggravate his injuries. "There, now here's your water."

Hanzo took the cup from the other's hand and took small sips from it, choosing to ignore the dotting from him; he did not require pity from anyone, let alone his closest friend. The moment he felt that his throat was no longer burning in dryness did he attempt to speak again. "Jesse." He took a long pause, contemplating his next words, "How? How is he doing?"

"Geez, got me worried like no tomorrow. For both of you, he's fine. Doc ain't letting anyone but your parents see him right now. It's bad as far as I can tell." Jesse rubbed the back of his neck, releasing a tired sigh. "Wait! Wait, before you get your tighty whities in a twist. They did say he's gonna be fine."

Hanzo nodded, lifting his head to look at Jesse in the eyes, noticing the darkness around his eyes, "When was the last time you rested?"

Letting out a low chuckle as he sat down on the chair, "Shit!" He quickly rose and picked up what he had sat on, "You're telling me if I've rested, you should definitely look in a mirror there, Darlin'. Anyways, I had brought you some real pretty flowers but, I sort of just squashed them with my ass. Sorry 'bout that." He sheepishly held the squashed flowers, a few of which that were wilting, out to Hanzo.

Unable to stop the rolling of his eyes or the tiny smile that crept up on his face. "I have nowhere to put them. Please set it on the table." Hanzo wiped the tiny smile from his face, instead he winced while attempting to settle himself into the bed. "Do you have any idea how long I must be here? I want to be able to rest in my home." Only receiving a shrug and a clueless look in return.

"Look, I know you don't want to stay for long but, you're gonna have to face the facts. Hanzo, look at me." Jesse hooks a finger under Hanzo's chin and gently lifts his head up, "Darlin', you lost your legs Hanzo. Both of 'em. You and I both know that you aren't gonna be out of here any time soon. But I promise you I'll bring your work so you don't fall behind or nothin'. I know how you are."

It took a few moments for Hanzo to decide to not outright deny it, he gave a slow nods. "I trust you, Jesse."

"Good! Now hand me that control and let's see what we can watch." Jesse gave a warm grin and patted his friend's hand.

"You sure you ain't gonna need no medication or nothin'?" Jesse crossed his arms over his chest, watching his friend closely; with the intensity of a big mama bird.

"Yes Jesse. I have everything I require. I do not need so much dotting, thank you very much." Hanzo narrowed his eyes in a glare. "I question why we were put in all the same classes. No matter how convenient. Now. Can you push me into the school, or I can move myself in."

"Nah, I got it. I got it." Jesse moved behind the wheel chair, grabbing the handles and began to push it in towards the high school. "I know you don't like it, how much everyone is trying to help you. Trust me, it's not a weakness. You're the strongest dude I know."

"Now. My dear partner in crime, you want me to take the usual route or." Jesse stopped and kneeled behind the wheelchair, as if hiding. "Or the stealthy one."

"Stealthy? Jesse. It's a high school, everywhere we go someone will be there. So I highly doubt you have a stealthy route." Hanzo raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his friend.

Jesse stood back up and shrugged, "Would have kept us out of the normal route. I'm sure everyone wants to see you is all." He continued his pushing of the wheelchair.

Jesse leaned over the back of the wheelchair and blows into Hanzo's loose hair. Traversing through the primary hallways and running into few of the people they befriended. Well, Jesse befriended and the ones Hanzo knew.

Throughout their day, they constantly ran into others, Lena Oxton being the one who constantly appeared by their side at every moment possible. The only other one that dotted on Hanzo nearly as much was Angela Zeigler but, it came to no big surprise to either of them.

By the end of their school day it had Jesse pushing Hanzo's wheelchair to Jesse's home. Hanzo had his head leaned back, resting Jesse's stomach.

Jesse was pressed up closely to the back of the wheelchair so that he served as a headrest for his friend. "You sure you don't want me to take you home? You look like horse shit." Chuckling at the dark glare from Hanzo, "Gosh, prettiest horse shit I've ever seen." He let out a whistle as he continued walking.

"I do not wish to return home right now. Genji is being taken home for the first time." Hanzo lowered his gaze. "I can't look at him, I can't look at what I caused right now. Please."

Jesse nods and gently patted Hanzo's shoulder. "I understand, shit. You can stay with me as long as you need darlin'. Sure my parents won't mind one bit." He smiles and slowed as he turned into the driveway of his home.

"As much as I appreciate it, you know that I can't. Even after what I caused, my parents will worry for me." Hanzo gave a small smiles and lifted his hand, laying it on Jesse's; giving the larger hand a small squeeze. In more in comfort for himself than Jesse's.

"If you do, then you know I'm a brick wall for you. No one is gonna push me away."Jesse hummed as he stopped in front the steps of his home. "Gimme a sec, gonna need to turn you around for a bit so I can get you and the chair up the steps." He stepped away from the wheelchair and slowly turned it around and began to move the chair up the steps. "There we go." Jesse shoved his hand into his back pocket, fishing his keys out. He unlocked the door and tossed his backpack on the closest surface inside before turning back to Hanzo and pulled the wheelchair inside.

"Well, you know where my room is. I don't think I can carry you and the wheelchair up stairs. You okay with staying down here while we do our stuff?" Jesse settles the wheelchair besides the table in his home's dining room.

"Yes, it'll be fine." Hanzo took off the small blue blanket that had covered his lap. He inspected the bandages at the ends of his knees. Watching Jesse make his way over after fetching his backpack from the floor.

"So, uh. Watch are you doin'?" Jesse scratched at his chin, his eyes glued to Hanzo's deft fingers as they prodded along the bandages.

"Making sure that nothing got loose and that the bandages are on well. I can't feel much because of the medication to sight and feeling with my hands are the only way to check." Hanzo picked up the blanket, folding it and setting it down on his lap.

Jesse nods, pulling out the chair closest to his friend and plopped down on it. Kicking his legs up on the chair across his way. "You want somethin' to drink?"

"No I'm fine. Thank you." Hanzo reaches back, taking his backpack off the handles of his wheelchair as both Jesse and Hanzo heard the doorknob moves as someone unlocked it and came in.

"Hey dad. Thought you had the late shift today." Jesse turned his head to see one of his two fathers walking inside.

"That was yesterday Jesse. Not today, get your feet off the chair." He walked in and made his way over to the table, "Hanzo, it's nice to see you back here again. Everything going alright?"

"Yes Mr. Morrison, everything is well." Hanzo ducked his head, staring down at his bandages. "It's nice to be back here again."

"Jack. I've told you this every time you come. How are you coping so far?" Jack walked to the other side of the table and pulled out the chair where Jesse had been putting his feet on before sitting on the chair.

"Jack. Everything is healing fine, according to the doctor anyways. I just started school again." Taking in a deep breath, Hanzo rubbed the palm of his hand against his his eyes, "Genji was just released from the hospital. He'll be at home for a while before he's even allowed outside." He looked up to see Jack give a solemn nod.

"Jesse. Go get me a bottle of water." Narrowing his eyes quickly got Jesse quickly out of his seat and towards the kitchen. "You're always welcome here Hanzo, know that. We'll even make Jesse sleep on the couch, the slob can't keep his room clean. I'm sure you can."

"Thank you, Jack. I appreciate the sentiment. Hopefully it won't get to the point, but I am glad that I can spend time with Jesse here." Hanzo looked at Jack and gave a sincere smile, hiding it as Jesse returned with the bottle and proceeded to toss it over to Jack.

"Thanks. Now you to have fun. But not too much fun." Jack rose from his seat and took his leave quickly before Jesse could even respond.

Jesse slapped his hand to face and shook his head before peeking at Hanzo between his fingers, noticing the flush to his friend's face, but choose not to bring it up. "Well then. That sure was somethin'."

Hanzo nodded and shook his head in amusement. "Let's just get to work, before your father gets any ideas."

Jesse nodded and began to pull his things out of his bag, chuckling softly.

Within three hours the two had done all of their work. Watched a few of Jesse's shows, all of which Hanzo found very idiotic. After putting everything away, saying their goodbyes to Jack and having a quick meet with Gabriel at the doorway had Jesse pushing Hanzo's wheelchair towards Hanzo's home.

"Tomorrow, I'll let you choose what we're gonna watch." Jesse chewed on the toothpick that stuck out of his mouth. "But I swear, you start puttin' some boring ass documentaries I'm gonna pass out."

"Won't be the first time if you do." Hanzo let out a soft chuckle and looked at Jesse, frowning slightly as he took in his features, "Ah. I know. You dumb hat."

"Hey, what about my hat?" Jesse feigned a hurt look and put a hand over his chest, "I'm deeply wounded."

"It's missing. Where is it? I haven't seen you wear it all day. It makes you look. Hmm. I'll just say strange, since you seem to wound easily." Hanzo gave a smirk before chuckling into his hand.

"Tell me."Jesse leaned forward as he walked. "But I don't have my hat, for one, I wanted to get to you as quick as possible and I forgot it at home. Two I might of forgotten where I put it and my dad's won't help." Jesse spat out the toothpick before pursing his lips together.

"Thank god you did." Hanzo chuckled, ignoring the soft 'hey!' from Jesse. "Such a fool."

"Might be a fool but, at least I'm a devilishly handsome one at that." Jesse scoffed and puffed out his chest, holding his head up high.

Hanzo shook his head in amusement as he decided not to indulge Jesse any further than he already had. He allowed Jesse to continue his rambling until they had arrived at his home. "Thank you Jesse. I will make it to the inside on my own."

"I'm not gonna fight you for it since you already made me promise in the mornin'. I am gonna leave you right here inside the gate though." Jesse hummed a soft tune and pushed Hanzo's wheelchair in past the Shimada's house gate. "There we go, I'll come pick you up in the mornin'. Call or text me if anything happens. See you tomorrow." With that, Jesse gave a small wave and turned, heading back towards his own home.

Hanzo watched his friend leave, his gaze following him until he was out of view completely. He then turned his head to look at his home, shaking his head to clean his the thoughts of the doubt that was beginning to close it's grasps on him.

Moving his hands down to the wheels, Hanzo began making his way towards the front door of his home. He stopped in front of the door, holding his breath. He knew he would have to face his family, one point or another. Wanting later than now, but it wasn't as if he had the option when the door was opened. It revealed the imposing figure of his father who looking down at him.

No words were needed to be said, all Hanzo needed to do was look into his father's eyes to know everything.

The only thing he could force out of his mouth were two words, "I'm sorry."

The next few days found both Jesse and Hanzo seated on Jesse's bed, the only part of the room that was somewhat decently cleaner than the rest of the room.

Jesse's hands were moving swiftly through the long hair of the one seated between his legs. Braiding his hair in a easy manner, he stuck his tongue out in his concentration. "You know what I've been thinkin' about?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me either way." Hanzo's eyes didn't stray away from the words of his book.

A soft chuckle escaped Jesse as he used Hanzo's ribbon to tie the braid, "I think, I would look good with a beard. What you do you think? Make me look more manly."

Snorting, he covers his mouth quickly before turning to look at Jesse. "You with a beard? Jesse you barely even have any fair on your face, I highly doubt you could grow a full beard. Then again, all that hair you want on your face is on your chest"

"Ouch, you wound me Hanzo. My poor little heart broken." Tossing himself back, sprawling over the bed, placing his hand over his chest. "Why, why must my own friend hurt me so."

Hanzo turned, looking back to the other. He took a moment to bookmark his page before setting his book down on the cluttered bedside table. Then took the pillow that had been supporting one of Jesse's feet, taking a bit to fluff the pillow up before placing it over Jesse's head. "What a shame. A great loss." He chose to ignore the muffled laugh from the pillow, instead he merely gave the pillow a light tap, making sure not to put any pressure on it.

Jesse moved one of hands up, lifting the pillow off his face, "Nice to know you that you can." He was cut short by Hanzo smacking away his hand that was holding up the pillow, so the pillow merely plopped back down on his face.

"Sometimes you need to learn when to be quiet." Hanzo flicks Jesse's hand as it landed on his lap. "Think before you speak, I'm sure it'll come to a big help. To you and to whoever is the pour soul you are speaking to."

More muffled laughter came from behind the pillow for a while. The pillow slipping off his lap when Jesse sat up. "You done berating my, everything? Just give me a while, I'm sure I can manage to grow something."

"You're still going on about growing a beard? All I will say is good luck." Hanzo reached over Jesse's leg and got his book.

Jesse leaned back against the headrest, sticking his hand into his jeans pocket he fished out of his phone. Deciding to go through his phone in order to give Hanzo the silence he needed to read. He would from time to time stop his search and peek over his phone, watching his friend frown unconsciously as he read. Watching the frown lift, turn to a neutral face and then to a small smile. Shaking his head in his own amusement, Jesse went back to his phone, holding it up above his face. He didn't notice when his eyes closed, he did however snap them open when his own phone smacked him directly on his face. Nor did Jesse fail to notice the muffled laughter.

"Glad you enjoyed that much." Jesse lifted his hand to his mouth, covering it as he yawned. He then moved his phone down to his chest and rubbed his nose. "Remind me not to do that again, my arms were stiff as boards, didn't think I was gonna drop it. Then again, didn't even know I was sleepin'."

"Fool." Hanzo merely shook his head and lifted his book up until it covered his face, choosing to ignore Jesse's face that kept peeking over the top of his book for some reason. "What do you need?"

"Nothin', just that. Well you really can get into that book of yours is all." Jesse pushed the book down from its high position with his forefinger. "Kinda funny is all."

"You are a strange boy Jesse, always watching people. Why don't you just sleep and let me be for a while." Hanzo raised an eyebrow as he watched his friend sit up straight and stretch his arms before leaning forward with his chin on the palm of his hands. "Do as you wish, just keep your mouth shut for a bit. Almost finished with my book. I'll finish and then we'll watch one of your dumb shows."

"It's intriguing, not dumb. Just 'cause you don't understand it doesn't mean it dumb." McCree let out an annoyed huff, but then shut his mouth as he saw Hanzo toss him a quick glance. Instead Jesse just rubs at the small patch of hair on his chin and leaned back in defeat. "Let me up, gotta go take a leak then go get somethin' from the fridge. Want somethin'?" He watched his the other lift a hand up, telling him to wait.

"A glass of water will be appreciated, Jesse." Hanzo glanced at Jesse for a brief moment before returning to his book. Not bothering to look as the bed shifted when Jesse rose off of it.

Jesse maneuvered around the wheelchair and his clutter before exiting his room, he made his way down stairs and to the door first to his right. Grabbing the doorknob he tried to open it only for it to move only slightly, signifying that there was someone in the bathroom, "Damn." Instead he went into the kitchen and pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator. Turning on his heel to head back up stairs, Jesse was stopped as he ran into the chest of one of his father's. "Oh, hey pa. Didn't hear you come in."

"You never do." Gabriel stepped around his son, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter. "How is your friend doing? Getting used to everything out of the accident?"

"As far as I can see, yeah." Jesse leaned against the counter, giving a quick shrug. "Won't talk about anything that happened though. No matter how much I try."

Gabriel shook his head and set his hand on Jesse's shoulder. "Give him time, I'll sure he'll come around. Or if you're as persistent as I know you are get your golden boy father to talk to him, you know Jack. Probably can get something more out of him, more than you can at least."

"I could, but I think he has more of a chance to talk and relax with time. I'm more than willin' to wait for that time. He's my friend pa, he ain't gonna get rid of me anytime soon." Jesse crossed his arms over his chest, but was careful not to squish the water bottle he carried.

"Good. That's my weird cowboy son." Gabriel ruffled Jesse's hair before he walked passed him and out to the living room.

Jesse rolled his eyes and grinned widely, "See at least you see me as a cowboy not just pretending to be one, progress." He couldn't help his smile as he heard Jack calling from the bathroom to stop encouraging Jesse's strange addiction. "Too late!" He quickly ran back up the steps and to his room. Making his way back to his bed, "Here's your water."

Hanzo gave no verbal response as he took the bottle, only giving a subtle nod before he opened the bottle and took a few small sips. With his free hand he motion to the TV.

"Oh right, you finished your book already huh? Let me find the control, I'll even let you choose which one." Jesse began to rummage around one of his drawers, pulling out the control for the television. "Here we go." He walked over to Hanzo and set the control in his friends free hand. "It's all yours Darlin'."

It took nearly three weeks for Jesse to get a single thought out of Hanzo and that thought came out when the pair had headed off to a secluded pier on a nearby lake. Of course they hadn't gone completely alone, their friends had tagged along; those friends being Angela, Lena, one of Lena friends, Lucio and a few others. They had all been either dropped off by Mr. Morrison, on Jesse's behalf anyways. The rest went in Angela's car. The groups spent the first few hours together before Jesse had ended up taking Hanzo out for a walk. That was when the came upon the pier.

Nothing around them but the greenery of the plants, the quiet sounds of the wildlife living in said plants. The sounds were broken by the small splash as Jesse's feet broke the calmness of the water. Hanzo wheelchair parked near the edge, but not far enough that it would accidentally be pushed in.

"Every time, every time I shut my eyes." Hanzo took a long pause, taking the moment to somehow put his thoughts into sentences. "I see the moment it happened, I see my brother's fear in his eyes. It's my fault Jesse. My fault!" He looked down at him, his eyes became watery but not a single tear fell.

Jesse rose, moving onto his knees in front of Hanzo's wheelchair, he slowly took his friend's hands within his own and gave them a soft squeeze. "Alright, you ready to talk to me now?" He waited a few moments, only continuing when he saw the ever so slight nod. "Alright Darlin'. Just tell me what happened that night. Right from the start."