When Bru walked in the hospital room, Ignis was putting socks on Way's feet, he turned around at the sound, "His feet get cold first." He said in English and not Spanish. Bru wasn't surprised because Ignis was mostly zoned out since the incident.
He had lost so much weight, he was unrecognisable, he had a 3 weeks' worth of beard which wasn't much but made him look haggard. He was still well dressed but his clothes now hung on him and his eyes had sunk in his dark circles.
He was with Way day and night, going home only for a shower and change of clothes. And worked every minute Way slept, to find the perpetuators. His food was thrown almost untouched, every day for weeks.
"¿Cuándo fue la última vez que dormiste, hermano?" Bru gave Ignis a long hug. "You don't look good." He touched Ignis's cheeks with concern, looking into his tired eyes, "When was the last time you slept, Igs?" Bru asked, worried for Ignis.
"No puedo ser bueno hasta que mi hombre esté aquí." Ignis touched Way's foot lightly. "How can I sleep till my Way is here?"
"Iggy!" Way called, this being the first word of all the sentences he spoke from the time he woke up since the operation.
"Iggy! I am thirsty!" Way didn't open his eyes but raised his arms for a hug, again a new irritating frequent gesture.
Ignis went and hugged him and kissed his forehead, and fed him water with a Sippy cup.
"Did you eat?" Way again asked for and got a hug from Ignis, "You are getting thinner day by day." He kissed Ignis on his chin and neck, eyes still closed.
"It's because you are a clingy and attention hogging child!" Bru reprimanded Way.
"Iggy! He is being mean to me again!" Way whined, "Hit him!" He demanded.
"Bru! Hermano! He is hurt, please let him be." Ignis requested Bru.
"Ya! He got hit in his chest and not his head. Why has he suddenly turned into a eight years old moron?" Bru said with mock indignation.
"My Iggy loves me and is spoiling me, because I am not well! Why are you jealous? Ask Joanna to spoil you too." Way said and sipped more water, now his blue eyes open and he smiled at Ignis, giving him his face to be kissed, which Ignis complied and put his glasses on for him.
"You are an asshat who is mooching off from my poor brother like an attention seeking leech." Bru hugged Way, "I have got the pudding this child wanted," He handed over the brown bag to Ignis.
"That's for me and Iggy, we are not giving any to you, fucker!" Way kissed Ignis on his, bicep,arm and hand.
"What does the doctor say? How long is this going to go on?" Bru asked Ignis.
"The chest wound is healing faster than the abdominal one, it was a freak accident that the bullet exited downwards, we were lucky." Ignis kissed Way on his forehead.