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"Come back to me, Pietro," Erik said in a hushed under breath as the father kissed each finger before finishing on the back of his hand. Erik placed Pietro's hand back on the hospital bed. They came to this sterile and cold place; unfeeling; bloody and in desperate need of help.
Erik could only watch as his sohn's chest fell and rise intermixed with the beeping and electronic sounds of the medical equipment kept with the task of keeping his boy, his last remaining blood alive; it was sadly inadequate. Not even his mind brushing against Charles's glow could reassure him. A place that he did not want to be in, nor wished he'd return to. Yet here he was next to sohn...
Erik sang Mi Sheberach loud and true; over and over until it broke and cracked. Pleading with God not take his sohn away. Cried and sobbed and sobbed. He stayed at his sohn's bedside. Charles pleaded with him. Raven pleaded with him. Scott and the rest of the X-Men pleaded with him. Erik refused to leave his baby's side for in fear if he left, Peter would leave them. His sohn had to be protected at all cost. He failed him in the battlefield. He would not fail him, here and now.
The Master of Magnetism, Magneto the Miraculous (to his admirers) or the Merciless (to his enemies), despite all his power over electromagnetic field and magnetism in all its form from the freedom of flight to the morphing of metal to shape it into his own image; Erik Lehnsherr was indeed still human and needed sleep. In the haziness of between wakefulness in twilights and complete deep sleep in the depths of the night; a blanket well worn and comfy placed upon him by gentle hand and a familiar presence of a metal wheelchair and a kiss on his forehead.
A wobbly hand brushed against temple, Erik's eyes shot open. Pietro gave a small smile, his sliver hair thinner than it was. Erik catapulted himself to his son, to hold him, to feel his heart beating, to know that he was alive. Tears poured down his unkept whiskery face as he rained down kisses.
"Hey, Dadneto..." Pietro's voice loopy from all the pain meds that were pumped into him, "I—I'm glad you—you're in my life. Y--You a-a-are a good Dad—Dadneto." Pietro fell asleep in his arms.