#kengiamin

And I'm getting to build Gia's backstory which is FUUUUN

Summary: 

It's one thing to run from destruction by dinosaurs; it's another to sit in uncertainty knowing someone you love is in pain and is teetering on the edge of death. Ben had warned Gia that dating him may come with risks and while she thought she understood, nothing could have prepared her for the phone call she receives. Kenji already lost one family; he can't lose another. Waiting for news about Ben is torture and there's nothing he can do. Now, both must navigate the long night and the feelings of helplessness, but at least they don't have to do it alone.

Setting the stage for future Gia/Ben/Kenji relationship.

Categories: Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Developing Relationships Word Count: ~4860 Multichapter: Ch 2 of ? Rating: T AO3 Link for Chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75559001/chapters/197579151 Read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75559001/chapters/197579151

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He should've known something was wrong but adrenaline was a bitch. Or a lifesaver. Kenji couldn't decide which yet. 

A nurse approached the bed they'd moved him to with a needle and a tourniquet.

“Sir, it will help if we put you to sleep—”

“No!” Kenji yelled as his muscles tensed again. His shoulder screamed in pain; it took all his strength not to join it. “I can't. My friend. He may need me.”

“Your friend…” 

Kenji’s head shot up, throat going dry. 

He thought of Ben’s gentle care with Smoothie’s egg. The way he'd shaken a handful of ruby ropes in Darius’s face when rambling about some new conspiracy. The way his head had rested on Kenji’s shoulder.

He couldn't be. Not Ben. 

Kenji’s lungs seized.

“The doctors will do their best.” 

Kenji breathed out a sob, part a release of fear, part relief. 

“Y-you should,” a gasp for air, “be more careful with those pauses.”

He was alive. Ben was alive. For now. Kenji would be a fool to think his friend was out of danger. He could still remember the growing red stain on Ben’s orange sweatshirt. Could still feel blood like warm water through his fingers as he tried to apply pressure, feel where thagomizer met muscle, the way it twitched when Ben breathed.

Kenji bent over the side of the bed and threw up. Bile coated his throat. Another vision of a muscle spasm. Ben’s gasp of pain. Red. 

Kenji threw up again.

“Breathe, just breathe.”

Summary: 

It's one thing to run from destruction by dinosaurs; it's another to sit in uncertainty knowing someone you love is in pain and is teetering on the edge of death. Ben had warned Gia that dating him may come with risks and while she thought she understood, nothing could have prepared her for the phone call she receives. Kenji already lost one family; he can't lose another. Waiting for news about Ben is torture and there's nothing he can do. Now, both must navigate the long night and the feelings of helplessness, but at least they don't have to do it alone.

Setting the stage for future Gia/Ben/Kenji relationship.

Categories: Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Developing Relationships Word Count: ~1930 Multichapter: Ch 1 of ? Rating: T AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75559001/chapters/197579151

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“Pronto? Hello?”

“Si, pronto, parlo con la signora Gianna Trevisan?” 

“....Chi sta chiamando?”

“Parlo dall’Ospedale San Luca. Conoscete un Signor Kenji Kon?”

Gia went pale, hanging up the phone with more force than necessary. A car. She needed a car. Now. 

“Nonna! Nonna!” Her voice shook, “La tua macchina! Dove si trova?!”

“Che frastuono!” 

Her grandmother stopped as soon as she met Gia’s eyes.

“Gianna–”

“I need to go to the hospital, Nonna. Please. Per favore.” Gia grabbed the closest jacket on the hook, slipping on boots. “Kenji and a friend are in trouble. Non mi hanno volute dire chi.”

She felt cold dread in her stomach. What if it was Ben? The hospital wouldn’t tell her, privacy laws and such, which told her that Kenji at least was conscious enough to give her name. But the other friend, a male from the hospital’s words, remained a mystery. Either Darius or Ben then. She almost felt guilty for hoping it was Darius.

I've got ideaaasss.

You know. Alternating POVs between Gia and Kenji while Ben is in limbo in the hospital. Some Gia backstory sprinkled within because girl lives with her grandmother. There's a story there. I know there is.

Summary: 

It's one thing to run from destruction by dinosaurs; it's another to sit in uncertainty knowing someone you love is in pain and is teetering on the edge of death. Ben had warned Gia that dating him may come with risks and while she thought she understood, nothing could have prepared her for the phone call she receives. Kenji already lost one family; he can't lose another. Waiting for news about Ben is torture and there's nothing he can do. Now, both must navigate the long night and the feelings of helplessness, but at least they don't have to do it alone.

Setting the stage for future Gia/Ben/Kenji relationship.

Categories: Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Developing Relationships Word Count: ~6600 Multichapter: Ch 3 of ? Rating: T AO3 Link for Chapter 3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75559001/chapters/208237911

Read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75559001/chapters/197579151

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The jasper beads were cold against her fingertips as Gia rolled them in a clenched hand, mindlessly. She focused on counting them over and over again. It felt easier than counting the seconds of silence, of her worries, of Ben still in surgery. 

Quarantuno, quarantadue, quaran-

“Are you religious?”

Gia’s head snapped up, fingers and mind coming to a halt.

“Che cosa?” 

Kenji motioned to her hands with his head. “Are you religious?”

Gia looked down again at the rosary her Nonna had given her with its jasper beads, worn and smooth from her grandmother’s prayers, and before that her bisnonna and Nonna’s nonna before that. A whole line of women holding a necklace of local stones and silver, praying for some miracle, as if it made a difference. As if someone was listening.

“No,” Gia answered honestly, fingers thumbing through the beads again. “I stopped believing long ago.”