Good old gravity

[mitochondriaaya]

It was the first weekend since school started up again. The first weekend. That made it important! The boys should have been up at her house when the sun came up, at least to her thinking. After all, they'd all finished their first assignments ages ago...

But she'd eaten breakfast, and cleaned up...and still no boys.

Saturday was for laundry, but she totally had twenty minutes before the washer was done...which was why she was now standing in Braig's backyard and tapping her foot. "YOUR MOM SAID YOU WERE OUT HERE BRAIG! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS AT?!" she'd canvas each nook and cranny if she had to, scale every tree. Hell, it was as good a way to kill twenty minutes as the next right?

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[sliceitwithwind]

They're up in a chair, chirping away at each other really, really fast. "We'll be down later, Aya!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Later?" she pouted "It's already late! It's almost eleven!" this was a completely valid counter. She could totally hone in on the voices?

"If you guys didn't want to play today you should have just said so!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"It's not late! We just had things!" Braig isn't helpful, "The treehouse can only hold two at a time." Dilan explains.

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's late" Aya insisted. "I have to do stuff today!" she has things too! Not fun things! She'd wanted to see them.

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"You have a treehouse?!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well, yeah but it only fits two." Dilan explains, dangling over the edge and looking at her, "What do you have to do today?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"That's not fair." she folded her arms and glared up at the dangling Dilan. Really, it wasn't. She hadn't even known they had one! "I'm not telling."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Means we can't help, monkey." Braig says, dangling over as well.

[mitochondriaaya]

She shifted just enough to glare at both boys. Yep, glaring. "You weren't gonna anyway." she pointed out. "What's a tree house got that worth skipping Saturday morning moogles?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"It's like a ritual or something. First Saturday of the new school year."

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, she'd been right, the first Saturday was important. Well then. "Fine." they still should have told her. "You guys have fun then."

[sliceitwithwind]

"We'll be down soon, Aya. Really." Dilan promises.

[mitochondriaaya]

She snorted at that and just turned herself around to head home. Yep, she was angry. As angry as a girl her age to could be anyway (and maybe just a little hurt but that was waaaaay behind the anger). She'd go home and do her chores and...

...maybe later sneak into the tree house to look it over.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Aya! Don't be ma-" CREAAAAAK - CRASH

It was an old treehouse.

Was is the operative word.

There are screams from the boys.

[mitochondriaaya]

Okay, maybe she should have done the whole 'turning around to go home' thing BEFORE THE WORLD FELL DOWN ON HER HEAD. One little girl added to the scream chorus. It seemed the thing to do.

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"Are we dead?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is rather shamelessly crying. He ended up under Braig, and on a rock. "Aya, can you stand up? You need to get mom or Auntie Lenna."

[mitochondriaaya]

She was quite comfortable with her cheek on the ground. Yep. It was really hard to listen to Dilan crying though. "I don't know..." she could at least try?

Apparently she'd tripped. She didn't even remember running, but she'd tripped over a big tree root. It had kept her head from getting hit? "My legs are...stuck. I think. That's a lot of tree house. I can't see you...where are you?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm keeping the roof off Dilan." Braig says, "Dilan - his leg is really broken. I can see bone."

After a minute he says, "Okay, I have my hands over his ears. Start screaming, you've got a more carrying voice than we do."

[mitochondriaaya]

Okay, panic was not the best thing for the moment, but Braig could see bone. Dilan's bones shouldn't do that! The scream started out as "Mom" but about in the middle it scaled upward into a tortured soprano "Ahhhhh!!"

She was just going to keep doing that.

[sliceitwithwind]

Eventually Lenna comes running, "Oh, fire and space...stay still!"

Somewhat later there are ambulances. And firemen. And axes.

[mitochondriaaya]

The minute Aya could see people coming to help, she was egging them on. "Hurry! Hurry, DILAN'S BONES ARE COMING OUT!" and who knew what they'd do if they got lost in all the wreckage? Bones just weren't easy to buy at a store!

"WAIT, HEY, CAREFUL THE BOYS ARE UNDER THE ROOF AND THOSE AXES ARE BIG!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"We know, Aya." Lenna says gently, getting Aya's leg stabilized and letting the EMTs carry her away from the mess. The boys are brought out slowly, Braig before Dilan just because the bigger boy ended up on top.

The three kids are loaded into the same ambulance, Dilan's eyes finally fogged over from painkillers.

[mitochondriaaya]

"OHhhhhhhhhhh..." Aya managed when things were shifted off her legs. That...didn't look right. She was just going to be really pale and wide eyed for awhile.

At least until the boys got into the ambulance. Then she was trying to wiggle close enough to pat their hands!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan blinks at her, blearily. Braig squeezes her hand and says, "It'll be okay, monkey."

The ambulance guys try to keep her still, murmuring cautions about moving too much, while they take vital signs. Braig keeps piping up with Dilan's norms while they do Dilan - he doesn't register the same as Aya and Braig do.

[mitochondriaaya]

Things were better when she had something to cling to. Braig's hand did nicely! She would have clung to Dilan too, but things were very busy around him and she didn't want to squeeze too hard and hurt him...

The hospital was...just like she remembered hospitals to be. "Okay, no one is allowed to die okay?" Aya whispered to the boys as they were wheeled in. "Nobody."

[sliceitwithwind]

"DON'T YOU SEPARATE US!" Braig shrieks when they try to move the kids to different rooms. Dilan cries out at the same time, half lunging for Aya and then screaming when his leg moves again.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya screamed when Dilan did, and clung tighter the Braig. Never mind her leg, really, she was still in a nice comfy shock. Nope, she was just scared out of her mind. "IHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALSIHATEHOSPITALS BRAIG I WANNA GO NOW!"

[sliceitwithwind]

It's easier to fit three small kids into one room than it is to separate these kids. The doctors put even more painkillers into all three of them (Aya would eventually start to feel it, after all) and start setting and casting bones.

[mitochondriaaya]

Oh yeah, Aya started to feel it the minute they actually started to touch her leg. Until then she'd been fine! Well, not really, but she could ignore it! Luckily those extra painkillers had a sedative effect on her, so her mantra trailed off into whimpers...

...and she didn't let go of what ever, or who ever, she could cling too...

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..."hey, it's purple!"

[sliceitwithwind]

They wait until Aya and Braig are sedated to put Dilan's leg back in place.

Some hours later Braig's parents and Dilan's mom are there to pick them up. The boys have blue and purple casts, respectively. Dilan is still woozy and on his IV.

[mitochondriaaya]

Dilan's leg was a lot more complicated than the other two bone sets. Luckily, young bones tended to heal a lot better than older ones. No pins were needed.

There were prescriptions, and crutches, and a long list of 'do not' for casts. All of which the adults took in hand because sedated kids just couldn't handle all those things.

Aya's dad showed up, finally, as wheelchairs were being maneuvered into the room. They'd snagged his insurance information from him as he'd gone back, but when he got to the door, he just kind of...stared...at the crowd inside.

[sliceitwithwind]

Aya is not available for her father. Because Dilan is using her as a plush Moogle, and Braig is doing the same with Dilan.

[mitochondriaaya]

Her father didn't even try come any further in. Aya was breathing, and not bleeding, and was apparently comfortable with other children. There wasn't anything he could add to the situation. He'd wait in the hall until he was suppose to take her home.

The nurses with the wheelchairs were looking vaguely horrified at the idea of prying the children apart to get them carted out, really, it was...so cute. Dilemma!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Stretcher?" Dilan suggests, pitifully. After a little bit more negotiation the stretcher plan was implemented, as well as an ambulance ride home.

[mitochondriaaya]

Later, days at least if not weeks later, this was going to be the best story ever. Aya's dad some kind of protesting noise as the children were carried past, but he was easily over ruled by...well, everyone.

Aya'd figure out getting home later.

once they were back at Braig's and tucked into one of the larger beds, Aya finally came to enough to poke the other two "...how are we going to go to school?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ungh." Dilan offers. Braig says; "Guess we'll be bussing for a while."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya started petting Dilan as a matter of course, then huffed "I hate the bus. And I think I hate your old tree house. We need a better one."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Bus sucks." This is about Dilan's level of thought right now.

"Yeah, but we'll probably get wheelchairs for a while. Especially Dilan."

[mitochondriaaya]

"How do we get wheelchairs on a bus?!" Aya yipped "They've got stairs an stuff!" she was taking the time to look at Dilan's cast though. it was bigger than hers, going up past his knee a little.

"Oh mannnnn...yeah. Gotta get him a wheel chair. He can race!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ungh?" Dilan offers, "Nngh."

"...Maybe later." Braig insists.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, later. When he can talk again." Aya agreed, cuddling back down. "I'm really glad you guys aren't dead."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Me too." Braig says sincerely, "Nap time?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"...yeah. Nap sounds good." she wiggled around enough to retuck blankets that had come loose, then buried her head in a pillow.