Only Madara would react to this news like Hashirama would. His entire frame was quaking violently and his knuckles were white from gripping the desk. Tears were building up in his eyes and he had yet to processed the information fully.
Madara was frozen next to him- which was bad- Madara was normally animated and loud, not stiff and silent. That was when he was angry, of course, could whatever emotions they were feeling now be classified as anger? Whatever Madara was feeling, it was probably as bad as- if not worse than- whatever Hashirama felt. After all Madara lost 3 brothers today while Hashirama lost only 2.
"Collapse?" Hashirama's voice cracked, "How? How could an entire bridge possibly collapse?! It wasn't even old!"
"Hashirama, I don't know what to say, I -" the teacher straighten her back," - I am so very sorry but all I am just relaying what the school has been told, we can't provide the answers- "
"Then who can?" Hashirama bellowed, he knew the answer well enough though, "Tell me- ", he stopped when he felt an icy cold hand cover his own. He turned to look at Madara, who was now so pale and sick his skin was tinted green.
"Izuna… Tobirama… We need to check on them." He sounded like his windpipe was being constricted.
"Right-" Hashirama whispered before they both darted out of the lab towards the stairs.
"This is all your father's fault!" Hashirama heard a familiar voice, before they completely descended.
"Izuna!" Madara nearly crashed down the last flight of stairs as he rushed towards the kid with a low ponytail.
"What's wrong with you? How is my father at fault?" Tobirama snarled venomously. Hashirama had never seen his brother this angry- or so emotional for that matter.
"It was your father who suggested this goddamn location and made all the reservations!"
"Your father and the rest of the school council didn't disapprove! Do you think my father would have knowingly sent two of his sons to die!?"
"Who knows? You for one seemed very certain of Itama's death right before they left-"
All four of them knew what would happen next, all four of them moved; but Tobirama was fast, and for once in his life- furious.
Izuna took a solid kick in his abdomen, he was sent across the corridor and into the wall.
"IZUNA!" Madara appeared at the younger Uchiha's side in an instant. As he cradled his brother in his arms, Izuna hacked up a significant volume of blood.
"He needs to be taken to the hospital now, I'll help you carry him." Hashirama moved past Tobirama, ignoring his protests.
Madara looked at him with a pained expression, he took a small step forward.
"Nii-san! Stop! I'm fine!" Izuna coughed up some more blood "Don't let him touch me."
Madara gazed down into his brother's eyes with some incomprehensible expression, "Izuna…" Madara looked truly desperate.
"You are tired, Madara, let me help- " the chocolate haired boy took a step closer, arms extended to support Izuna.
Madara's head snapped up, "Stay away from us, Senju", he hissed before turning on his heel and storming off towards the office. Izuna's blood left a trail behind them.
If Hashirama thought he couldn't possibly have felt more miserable, he was just proved wrong.