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[One day in Unova, the sky opened up.

And dropped out a muppet of a man in tattered conductor's clothing. He hits the ground amid a crowd and instantly a lot is going on. Some people rushing to help him up, to check for injuries. Some calling the police. Some recording the rip in the sky.

And others recording the man, tweeting out that amazing thing that had just occurred.

holy shit a guy fell out the sky

ITS RAINING MEN?! HALLELUJAH???

I can't believe my theory that Ingo was buried in a landfill has been proven wrong like this #FindIngo #FoundIngo???

@ TrueCrimeRoyals TOLD YOU HE WAS ALIVE DUMBASSES

@ SubwayBossEmmet please see this

@ SubwayBossEmmet YOUR BROTHER WWAS FOUND

Somewhere, Emmet's phone is screaming with notifications and calls]

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Thank you.

[s-so relieved

going slack in the chair, tension starting to drain out of him. lil' sneasel patting his face before turning to look at Emmet at patting at him too]

Are— are you okay?! They said . . . people were saying you fell out of the sky, that . . .

[ His voice trails off, just. dumbfounded. ]

[the woman who tbh has just been letting yall HAVE A MOMENT is just standing behind Emmet and

"Pretty sure he shattered some bones???"]

I might have broken some bones.

...........................

[ loosens his grip. ]

[the woman is going to just. start checking over ingo. which does involve him saying ow as she starts prodding him. she chats him up--where's the pain? His leg and ankle, a shoulder, his ribs. but she turns to Emmet, who obviously is in need of reassurance more than Ingo--"He doesn't appear to have any serious injuries. He's very lucky."]

The gawking bystanders broken much of my fall.

Good. They deserved it.

[ He doesn't barnacle back onto Ingo, but he does reach over to take his brother's hand. ]

[holds his hand tightly]

Will the hospital.

Protect us from onlookers.

["I'd fucking hope so."]

They should. They had better.

I am not very use to crowds any longer, I will need to readjust.

You— you can rest for now. Rest and recover. Do you even know how long you have been missing?

[...hands to face he is not sure]

. . .

It's been three and a half years.

Oh.

It's . . . it's been so long. And . . .

[ His voice trails off, like he doesn't want to finish that thought. ]

I'm just. Verrrry glad you are back.

[and here they are at the hospital. the ambulance doors open and Ingo is just latching onto Emmet's arm, startled

but. it does look like its an area blocked off from prying eyes.]

[ Emmet carefully herds the little sneasel back to Ingo and then hovers close. ]

It is okay. We are safe here. They will take care of you, and I am not going anywhere.

[keeping hold as he's wheeled in. he's a rich man and its a sensitive thing so they are def being herded into more private areas than normal where privacy can be maintained. and true to the lifestyle of a moneyed person, theres a doctor actually waiting and ready wow

Ingo still not letting go of Emmet's hand though]

I want to stay with him. ... Please.

[ He squeezes Ingo's hand gently. ]

I won't be seen without him.

[welp

very well then. Time for Emmet to watch his brother be examined then. All those clothes? They gotta come off. And under them...whew. Ingo has been through Something. He's very scarred up. And. The doctor is taking pictures, apologizing.

The police will need these though.

And Ingo is Very Uncomfortable with that but does not put up an argument either. There's a lot of fuss over those scars, measuring the marks and such. Then the tending to the newer injuries. He's getting fully x-rayed oop.

Then a cast for his leg, a brace for his foot. The shoulder gets popped back into its socket. The ribs. Well. Just have to rest for those, though he's given painkillers.

There's some chatter about scheduling scans later--to check if Ingo's brain has taken any damage. After all--simple questions about the current day are ones that Ingo can't seem to answer]

Edited 2022-04-06 00:56 (UTC)

[ It's. It's a lot to take in. He stares at the scars as they come to light, trying to process just what the hell could've done that to his brother. His brother, the toughest person he's ever known.

So he sits there and watches quietly, strangely patient, ever present smile never leaving his face. When he can, he reaches over to take Ingo's hand, to remind him that he's right there.

And in a way, it's a relief, because the doctors will get the ball rolling with the police. And it turns out, there's so much documentation online on how Ingo literally appeared out of thin air that no one can really argue with how bizarre the whole situation is.

He taps away at his phone while the doctors examine Ingo and run their tests, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out what exactly needs to be done. Turns out, searching for "how to get police to declare someone not dead" doesn't turn up a lot of good results. ]

[and finally

its done and they're being shuffled to a room. and its nice and private, a comfy chair right next to the bed. and Ingo is being helped in and

and finally

the two of them are truly Alone for the first time]

This...has all been a lot.

[ It takes Emmet no time at all to practically latch on to his brother again. ]

[g o o d

holding on]

Emmet, you look like you need your own bed. Shouldn't you rest?

I am fine. You are here, so I am fine.

[ just. clinging to him, like he's reassuring himself that Ingo is really real. ]

...yes.

I.

I am finally here.