AN: This (admittedly short) one is written for the prompt "heartbreak," focuses on Kai, and takes place between seasons seven and eight.
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be real. It had to be false. This wasn't happening. The nurse had to be lying, she had to be lying, she had to be!
Kai could feel his heart pounding ever faster in his chest. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He could feel his breath shuddering in and out of his lungs. On shaky legs, he stood to stumble forward, intent on pulling the truth from the nurse. But he couldn't move. His feet were made of lead, his legs were made of iron, he couldn't force himself to move.
A hand was gripping his arm tightly, a hand he recognized the weight and shape of to identify without looking to see, Nya's hand. He looked to her. Her face was ashen, her mouth pressed into a firm line, her eyes squeezed closed. She had a death grip on his arm.
A death grip. Death. Passing away. Didn't make it. They didn't make it. The nurse's words.
"I'm afraid Ray and Maya didn't make it."
It was true. Nya's face proved it. It was true.
And in that moment, Kai could feel his heart break in two.