An Ending to a Day
He should have known better. He should have moved out of the way. There had been time. There had been space and a strategic reason for acting, and everything that Fugaku had ever demanded that his superiors provide when they ordered him to complete a mission. There was everything that he could have needed, and he hadn’t used it.
This should have hurt a whole lot more than it did. Fugaku should have been screaming, but he wasn’t. He was staring at the bone sticking out of his arm and wondering why he hadn’t been able to dodge.
The arm wasn’t the worst of it, but Fugaku had, irrationally, decided to fixate on it. Because bones could be fixed and he needed to fix it. Just…..in a moment, when he could breathe again. When he could breathe again.
When he could breathe again, he would fix himself.
Shock had kicked in around the time the monster had kicked over a footbridge and a good portion of it had landed on Fugaku. The damage was more extensive than he would have been comfortable dealing with on somebody else, and his broken arm wasn’t the worst of it.
That was probably his ribs, and the way he couldn’t breathe or see right.
Fugaku activated Sharingan and tried to stay awake. Four minutes later he cracked his head against broken concrete and didn’t wake up for a while.