DON'T OWN DON'T SUE!
A/N: Chapter two is to my length standards so I am happy. I will try hard to fill in any gaps brought up to me. In case you haven't notice, Lavi's world cosides with the real world. So each chapter will bounce back and forth.
"My Skin" by Natalie Merchant
'Cause I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
"We've done what we can but he's in a deep coma." The man with glasses began. "Much of his bodily functions have stopped but we have him on life support. If he wakes, he may have severe damage and not be able to do many of the things he did before. He'll have some brain damage but he could go into rehab to re-teach him how to work things again. There is a 70% chance he could become a vegetable…in all honestly, he is very close to being that right now. There are other operation that can be done to help stabilize him more and raise the chance of recovery."
The doctor checked over the chart as he spoke with the supervisor. When Lavi was brought to the infirmary, he was stabilized within the first hour of his return. Those who had made it back from the Ark seemed to be very concerned for his survival. Allen Walker seemed to be very upset by how Lavi came out. Komui Lee nodded to the doctor then looked to the patient who stared blankly at the ceiling. The Bookman stood in the room watching over his apprentice.
"Road's technique should have worn off when he defeated her…" Komui paused and looked back to the doctor. "How could is be that he is still in the illusion?"
"We have an idea." The doctor began as he closed the chart. "We believe that maybe she damaged his brain, making him sink more and more into the dream."
Komui only nodded again and let the doctor return to his duties. The supervisor moved to stand next to Bookman. For a while they only stood there looking as Lavi. His hair was shorter now and some of his face burnt, but he still resembled the young man who came here some time ago. With all the bandages and the casts it was unsure if his body would be the same.
It had been a whole 24 hours since everyone came home. When he had first seen Lavi, Komui was so sure he was already dead. To everyone's amazement, he had survived but his organs were failing. In the past hours the doctor and nurses had put him on life support, each machine added by just a short hour span from each. It was unsightly to see a person as lively as Lavi was connected to so many tubes and wires. It was as if he was a machine growing out dated and the owner trying to make it last until they could buy a new one.
Bookman walked to the side of the bed and it was then that Komui noticed that the older man's eyes were puffy. He watched as the historian placed his hand over the boy's eye and closed it. The man took this as note that the bookman was saying goodbye, probably expecting the red head to never wake. Without a word, the dark eyed man left the room leaving the other man alone with Lavi.
Minutes passed as the long haired man wondered if Lavi would've wanted this, to be kept alive though his body was failing. Was the young man's soul even there? Is he aware of the pain? How much longer until he would be brain-dead?
Komui cleared his throat from clenching before moved to now stand by the bed. He had said that Lavi would some back and fall asleep, that he would need to place a blanket over the young teen. Komui did just that and pulled the blanket under Lavi's chin then swallowed.
"Lavi…" Komui sighed. "What happened?"
He would get no answers. What Komui needed now was to get answers for other questions that his superiors would be asking. He also had to break the knew to the others so that they could maybe say their goodbyes, unless the council decided against it.
As he turned his back, he heard a long beep and his eyes widened before his pivoted back fast. The heart monitor read things he didn't want to believe. The world slowed as the doctor and nurses rushed in. The took out the defibulator and cleared Lavi's chest before giving a shock. Komui could hear the word 'clear' echo in his head as the doctor did it again and then once more. Finally the beeping returned and Komui could breathe again. Quickly he left the room and hurried down the hall to his office.
Once safe from prying eyes, Komui let out a yelp before he cried softly. Many had died in battle and at the Black Order doing their jobs but it always hurt and he couldn't help but to cry often. There was a belief that everyone had to have strength when dealing with so much death. Yet, it never made it easy. The closer one gets to someone, the more it hurts.
Wiping away the tears, the supervisor sat down at his desk and rest his head in his hand. He knew it would be his job to break the news to the others. Lenalee and Allen would take it the hardest but he'd be there to comfort them. He also had to make a choice whether or not to take him off life support. It was a part of his job but it didn't make it easy. He would seek the doctor's opinion and others. This could take a while. Even if Lavi came out of it, he would be out of commission for a long while. There would be a lot of pain as he heal and he'd need rehabilitation. Then again, what the doctor had said meant Lavi may never be at full strength to fight.
Maybe it would be for the best to let the boy go. Maybe then Lavi could be at peace. Then he wouldn't have to be used as a weapon. But then again Lavi ahs dreams in becoming a bookman. Komui couldn't just deny him a chance to fight. Like many people, Komui was caught between two ideas. He knew he'd have to base his choice on what the doctor and other consultants had to say.
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