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8 x 10 (Continuation)

for those just coming for their favorite ship, a warning before you read this chapter:

this chapter is a continuation off of the 14 x 15 chapter so if you don't read that first you'll be missing some context. 

warning for light gore (I think?), a lot of crying, trauma, and gays (/j)

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Every minute seemed like hours.

            To Eight, at least. It had only been a week or two, but the integer seemed to age with every passing second. The integer seemed ever more restless with every day behind them, shutting themselves in often, not talking to anyone much, hell, nobody had even seen them eat in a while. It was worrying. Especially for Five. She knew how important Ten was to him.

            And on the way to the hospital, it only got worse from there. Eight was restless. Bouncing his knee, looking out the window, with that same determined expression on his face. With the way his jaw was set you'd think he'd jump out the window and start running there himself.

"Hey... you okay...?"

            Five reaches over, very carefully placing their hand on his shoulder. He seems to space back in from some distant location, wearily turning his head. "Mm?" He hums despondently, just barely seeming to notice Five despite her being right there next to them. "I asked if you were okay..." Five repeats, rubbing Eight's shoulder in an attempt to comfort them. They murmur an 'oh', sinking back into the seat with a sigh. Taking a breath, Eight speaks up a moment later. 

            "Yeah... uh... yeah..." He mumbles, reaching up to rub his temple. "I just... I need to see him. I-" He stops, almost like speaking about it pains him, his eyes tired. Five nods their head, keeping an arm around Eight in a comforting gesture.

            "Hey, we're almost there guys." Six communicates from the front seat, and Nine sighs from the passenger. "Man, I hope Ten's okay... I wonder if he's thinking of us." Eight shuffles around in his seat, clutching his hands together anxiously. "I hope so too..."

            The four arrived at the hospital shortly after, and Eight only got more anxious as the hospital building loomed over them in the parking lot. It seemed like it took days getting there, but after a few weeks of waiting for a response from the doctors, and one long, stuffy car ride later, he was finally going to see his friend after what seemed like an eternity.

            Six and Nine decided to stay behind in the car, leaving Five and Eight to fend for themselves in the sterile, fluorescent lit lobby of the tall building. "Mister... Eight Integer? They're ready to see you now." Five stays behind (knowing it'd be best if they're left alone for a little while) as Eight nearly jumps up from his seat, trying the best he can to keep his cool despite his heart beginning to hammer in his chest.

            It seemed almost too good to be true. The last few weeks have consisted of just waiting, waiting, waiting, ever so anxiously, but it's hard for Eight to believe they're actually finally entering the room even after all that time. 'Is this really happening? It is! Math, I hope everything is...' their jumbled thoughts draw to a sudden close, upon seeing... Ten. lying in the hospital bed. Eight covers their mouth, freezing in place for a few moments. They manage to get their legs moving again, walking up by the side of the bed. Ten seems somewhat conscious now, stirring a little bit due to Eight's presence. He opens his eyes, looking around the room, before his eyes rest on Eight. 

            "Ah... I was wondering when I'd see you again... friend." He says weakly, his voice faint and a bit sleepy. Eight chokes back a sob, words leaving him as he just stands there, trying to process the fact he's finally back with Ten, and with the fact he's okay, despite being covered in bandages. A tear falls from his eye, landing on Ten's arm. He looks down, seeming a bit startled at the small droplet landing on his skin. "Oh, Eight..." Ten murmurs, looking back up at Eight with soft, affectionate eyes. He weakly lifts a slightly shaky hand, cupping the other's face and wiping the trace amount of wetness away from their cheek. Eight places their hand on Ten's, shaking with the effort it takes not to let more tears fall.