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tIME FOR THE TIMESKIP :^)))

Five days.

''That was how long he could remember how he almost met his maker, and unknowingly learning about the fates with the others. Throughout that time period, some of his more minor wounds healed, however, the majors injuries made him in more excruciating pain than ever before. The most important factors were the amount of blood he lost - and how he looked deathly paler than usual, and his amputated leg, which was wrapped in wads after wads of gauze.''

''Finally, Harvard's eyes slowly fluttered open, the early rays of dawn catching his eyes, making him open them wider. Today looked nice; the sky only had a few gray clouds, the sun was peaking out of the horizon, and how ironically the sounds of his own heart monitor blocked out the hectic business of the hospital. ''

It calmed him.

''Suddenly, the ombre began recollecting memories of where him, Wendy, and his fiance were, and why they were in the hospital for the third time in their lives. During his comatose state, the likely traumatic scenes of the car crash slipped through his mind, as well as any other moment leading up to it. Now he was beginning to remember. Ophelia's Subaru, the formal clothing, hectic reservations, and Wendy's birthday, but one question immediately popped in his mind.''

Where was Wendy and Leon?!

''Almost immediately, the ombre's tired, lethargic royal blue dilated frantically out of fear and anxiety, his hands fumbling with the layers of blankets he was nestled in comfortably. He didn't bother moving terribly much, due to the abundant amount of wirings attaching his arms and chest, and that he still had to breathe properly. His gaze rested on the small, scarily stationary frame of Wendy. A valve mask covered her mouth, as well as several oxygen supporters, IV's, and a brain scanner to the left of her hospital bed.''

In his point of view, she looked like she was dying right in front of him.

''Harvard furrowed his brows in despair, resting his hands on his lap as he feebly groaned, absentmindedly aware that his ribs were slightly cracked. He blinked his gaze away from the little girl, knowing that just seeing her in a hospital bed in general made a tear brim out of the corner of his eye. One of his hands rested on his legs, rubbing one of his on his left-''

Where the hell was his leg?

The man looked down to his legs hesitantly, a weight of dread, fear, and despair crushing him all at once before he glided his hands to the edge of the layers of hospital blankets, struggling up pull up the covers.

A stump.

''He was greeted with only a mere lump of flesh that was secured with bandages, but the only thing that made the already unbearable weight of emotions crushing him more unsettling was that he remembered how it looked: useless and broken. Now he can't brush off the fact that one of his very own, functioning legs was... simply gone. ''

''This, and the knowledge that two of his people that he absolutely loved to the ends of the earth and back might be dead was enough for him to gradually dissolve into tears, his bandaged palms delicately cupping his hands over his mouth. The only thing appearance that Harvard can be defined as to the naked eye was a distraught man, muttering heartbreaking sobs, hiccups, and his body shuddering ever so violently while repetitively whispering the phrase 'I'm sorry' to his presumeably deceased loved ones.''

He had finally broke.