Tulip placed me on the gurney strapping me in as the truck pulled off seconds later. Humming, I started to pull against the restraints, flinching slightly from flashes of my Mom coming through. Tulip noticed the shift immediately ushering one of the EMTs to grab something.
"No no NO fuck no-"
I muttered to myself feeling my heartbeat race up.
"Leto. Look at me-"
"Shit it won't stop, it won't fucking stop-"
"Look at ME. You're going into a panic attack and might blow this truck sky-high. I need you to focus okay?"
Licking my lips I nodded my head, feeling lightning crackle around in my veins threatening to burst again. Whimpering I held it in somehow until the EMT grabbed whatever Tulip needed, waving her hand over the gas tank. Ivory and flowers grew over it and she placed an oxygen mask over my face. Just in time too, my body was moments away from exploding again and in response, it started to burn underneath the bone marrow causing me to writhe and scream.
"I know. I know I'm sorry..."
Tears started to fall down my cheek before sizzling up into a puff of smoke. Eventually, the gas took effect and my knuckles started to relax, my eyes sinking back into my skull.
"Thank god..."
Hopefully, I can get those sweet dreams for you.
Exhales
...
..
.
Squeak
Whee!
Laughs-
Gasping awake, I winced my whole body ached-
"Hey, hey."
Paul scoffed his chair up palming the glass between us. My eyes scattered around, I was on a gurney but separated from everyone most importantly Paul.
"I'm here, okay? I'm working to get you out."
"Okay."
I palmed the glass, matching my fingers to his with a tight smile. I briefly looked down at the leads on me and although I had no bruises or injuries. I was still fatigued. Paul was understandably upset, moving to stand up moving to talk to the doctors. My hearing would normally work but the glass was sup proof as suspected. That's probably what's happening now. They don't want me to explode again and hurt people. The doctors seemed to be explaining to Paul now that fact and his face scrunched in anger pain and frustration rolling over in waves. He jogged back over to me, placing his forehead on the glass. I did the same. Eventually, he was ushered away. I watched as the lights in the facility slowly dimmed out starting with me and then upwards excluding the doctor/scientist's office. I watched Paul's back until I couldn't anymore. I didn't truly want to be a baby about it but...
Whimpers
I curled my knees up to my chest and suck my head down. I was being a bratty baby. I already missed my partner. After a few hours of a pity party, I sat up, a dim light flicking on since I moved. I tried my best to remember exactly what happened after the explosion. I've had panic attacks before and been overwhelmed before. An explosion like that has never happened. Well except...that time. This time was different though I absorbed the fire. I saw it. How is that even possible? Every sup is born with basic affinities but one major ability. Always...Right?
****
I stayed in that glass box for about a week. Constant medical checks and swaps, Tulip and other doctors observing me with hazmat suits on. Once they realized what happened to me wasn't radioactive they opened the door for visitors. Paul hugged me tighter than I ever had before, I gripped him tight. I missed everything about him. His scent his touch his warmth. I ate lunch with the time girl the doctors discussed amongst themselves if I was still a danger to society.
"How are you feeling?"
"...Strange."
"Strange how?"
Tilting my head, I combed some hair back from my face.
"I still can't explain why my powers exploded like that. Including when it happened with my Mom."
"The doctors said it was a mental break right?"
"Mhmm. Although usually when that happens I'm not conscious. I'm not aware of..."
Trailing off, I got flashes of my Mom again but they were different. Shards I hadn't seen before now. She's with..Dad?
"Leto?"
Blinking up to Paul squeezing my palm, I lightly pulled away.
"I need more time in here."
"I think the last thing you need is more time in here-"
"I know it sounds crazy but I need this Paul. I-I can't explain it but it feels eerily familiar in this cage."
His eyes scattered a bit then returned to mine with a confused expression.
"What are you saying-"
"Ahem. Not to interrupt but visiting hours are over."
Seemed convenient don't you think? Paul pursed his lips and so did I. We shared a glare knowing that something was up, and the higher-ups knew about it. After sharing a long hug, Paul left me again. I paced the box I was in, my bare feet rolling over the metal. My head swimming with questions.
Slide
I paused. Some vents just opened below the metal I was standing on and blue vapor started to fill the box I was in. Gazing up at the doctors they were anything but alarmed. They were completely calm. Charging my palms, my pupils ignited violet while I blasted the box with lightning coursing through my outstretched hands. Coughing the glass was not budging. I briefly forgot about the sup proof thing. Naturally, I moved to the vent and pried the metal up into my arms hurling it at the glass instead causing a mild crack to form. All this effort drained my energy faster, crumbling to the ground about 80% of the box was filled with vapor. Every breathe seeped more of it into my lungs and my fears and frustration seemed to fade along with my consciousness. Not completely though. Just when everything was about to go dark I was briefly shaken by Paul. In my apartment with a bandage around my head.
