A/N: SPOILER ALERT | If you have not seen/read the latest chapter, no. 49, released a few hours ago, don't read this.

For those who have seen it: I needed some sort of compensation for what occurred and a bit of shimayu comfort, so I wrote this little One-shot to share with you. It's not entirely what I think will happen but I hope to see. Also I will use this piece for the prompt: The Games because I don't think I like to write something else about it now concerning Shimayu and with Mayura having lost her fight and Shimon being unable to continue, I don't think there is something else worth writing in terms of shimayu. That having been said, have a bit of comfort.

Prompt: A scene at the Games

Fading Lights

The light continuously shined. Green surrounding a few letters that glared in a shiny white at her.

She did not know how long she sat on the bank in the hallway waiting for the light to turn out. Everything had happened so fast and she still could not grasp what had happened in the arena.

It was hard to fathom something like this to be real. At least for her.

Having lived beneath a veil of protection, shielded from this gruesome world, it was not easy to picture a thing like that or even see it.

The medics had transported Shimon quickly into the operating room accompanied by Mitosaka Kankuro who slipped into a coat on the way and Shimon's foster brother, Ikaruga Keiji. She had been the only one who was not allowed to go along, being no relative.

Mayura thought about her father. He had lost his arm. Back then she had been unconscious, unable to watch what was happening and when she came to she had faced this new reality like waking from a dream. This time had been a lived nightmare. And she did not know what to do except waiting. Back then when Otosaan had lost his arm, she had sworn to become an exorcist to protect the people around her. So that such a thing would never happen again. But she had been unable to do anything as she had watched the horror play out in front of her – in front of everyone's eyes. It had happened in a second. A second was all it needed to mark a lifetime, to change the course of the future and cut off Shimon's leg.

Her eyes skipped to the sign above the door to the operating room. It was still gawking at her in its poisonous green light surrounding the sharp white letters: Surgery.

Unable to tell how many time had gone by, Mayura wondered, if they had continued with the second round of the Hadare Castle Games. After Shimon's match against Tenma a break was announced without saying how long it would take. She wished best luck to Jinya-san who would fight again, hoping for his understanding. The situation at hand was more important to her than the battles outside.

Growing impatient Mayura bit her lip and started to fidget.

The light was starring back at her. Added to her anxiety that would not leave her like a shadow came a shower of fear that made her shiver.

What was taking them so long? Had Shimon lost too much blood? Was he in danger?

She had not been thinking about it but instantly jumped to him as fast as she could to heal him but had been unable to stop the bleeding when he had risen again and walked up to Tenma. Was he now on the rim of life?

Mayura looked at the sign and ground her teeth. Please, Shimon, be safe, she thought.

Out. Mayura blinked her eyes. The light was out.

Suddenly the door was pushed open. People in white coats strolled out, rolling a bed past her not giving her a chance to see him once. In a quick pace they shoved the bed down the floor and she saw Keiji and Mitosaka Kankuro walking out and following them in quick strides. Their expressions looked grave. Nothing what she hoped to see.

Jumping to her feet, Mayura followed them to one of the recovery rooms she had been earlier today after her fight against Mitejima Subaru.

Just when she wanted to follow them trough the door one of the medics turned to her and said, "Only relatives and staff," before closing the door in her face.

The anxiety clutched on her chest in a suffocating grasp. What was happening? Why was nobody allowed to see him?

Scared Mayura rose a fist to her chest and stared at the door. She was more afraid than ever to loose Shimon.

Again she waited for another door to open. This time she had no light to watch and leaned her back against the cool wall.

One after another of the medics left the room. Each of them refusing to give her information on Shimon's condition.

After what seemed like an eternity Shimon's foster brother walked out of the room. He looked miserable and deep in thought until his gaze met her. His eyes widened in surprise before his lips formed a broken smile. "Amawaka Mayura, right?"

"Hai," Mayura exclaimed louder than she wanted to. But she was grasping on straw and would take everything she got to know how Shimon was doing.

"I think you can enter now. He was successfully stabilized and bandaged and is currently resting. But he regained his consciousness a while ago,"

"Are you leaving?"

"I need to look after Sayo. He said he wanted me to check on her. It was the first thing he said when he woke up," Keiji scoffed but his smile turned bitter soon, "She watched the broadcast so she saw what happened."

Mayura nodded in understanding and stood up. She knew about the relationship between Shimon and Sayo and could not imagine how the girl was dealing with watching her strong, big brother being damaged so severly in such a brutal way. Before she reached the door Keiji said, "They weren't able to transplant the leg again."

Mayura froze. Her eyes widened as the information poured in and her lungs stopped working. What she had seen earlier became reality. Shimon lost his leg and would never walk again freely. He would need a prosthesis, rehab and everything else that was meant for involuntarily made veterans.

"I thought you want to know before you enter. He is taking it amazingly well but..." Keiji wavered off. When she looked at him she saw him shake his head. He sighed and said, "I better leave now."

She watched him walk down the hallway. Taking in a deep breath, she softly knocked on the door and opened it.

The room had three beds for the fighters to recover. Currently there was only one occupied by a red headed figure covered with a white sheet reaching almost to the chest.

"Shimon?"

Mayura took a few steps towards the bed and watched him closer. Where should have been two long elevated portions next to each other was only one, the other stopped shortly after where was supposed to be his hips.

He did not move. Maybe he had fallen asleep. She called for him once more to see if he truly was not awake.

"Hn," he replied in a low rumble.

She crossed the room and circled his bed. For the first time since he'd been carried into surgery, she looked at him. His skin was pale, his eyes looked tired, rings were deeply carved around them.

When his gaze lifted to her, she was for a loss of words. She should have used the hours waiting to prepare and felt foolish not having thought about this earlier. She couldn't ask him how he was doing because it was obvious he wouldn't be fine after having lost a leg. His eyes looked rather dull compared to the fierce shine they usually sported but she could not tell if it was because of the painkillers or because of sorrow.

Folding her hands in front of her, Mayura dropped her eyes to the floor and swiped her gaze over tiles. After taking in a deep, steadying breath she ushered, "I am sorry."

"Don't be," Shimon replied in a low, deep voice, groggy from the anaesthesia. He sucked in an audible breath and turned to lay on his back with a groan. "I had wanted to do what I believed was right. I thought I could help him but I was wrong and paid for it."

Anger filled her when she thought about the culprit who was responsible for Shimon's state. She would not allow Shimon to blame himself and defend that cruel and mad person. She took a seat on the stool beside the bed. "It was not your fault. He broke the rules. He knew what he was doing when he activated the Matoi Kajiri."

Shimon nodded reluctantly and criss-crossed his fingers above his stomach.

Patiently Mayura waited for him to say something, hoping he would not mention Unomiya Tenma again.

After a while he withdrew his hands on his chest and placed them on both of his sides. His eyes searched for hers again. "I don't know what to do now. Even Seigen did not fully recover from this. He had to give up being an exorcist," he slowly admitted.

Mayura wanted to tell him that everything was going to be fine but it seemed to be a lie. 

He must have understood the reason for her reluctance and looked away again, biting his lips. Shimon who was always so strong was falling apart in front of her eyes and it scared her more than watching his leg being dissected from his body. With a broken voice he croaked, "I still need to save Chiiko."

She reached out for his hand. Covering his with hers. It was too cool to the touch and she hoped to give him comfort and warmth like he had a while ago when they had been shipwrecked on an isle.

His eyes moist with unshed tears rose to hers and her heart soared in pain at the sight. Her own eyes filled with tears but she quickly blinked them away. She was there to comfort him. For his sake she needed to be strong.

"I will help you," she stated with every ounce of strength she could muster. "I'll help you train and recover and whatever is needed."

"You have your own path to go," Shimon replied.

"You helped me and now I am helping you."

"That was different. I helped you sharpen your potential, something that was already there. I can't expect you to help compensate what is lost," His gaze fell to the gap on the bed where his right leg was supposed to be and she followed his gaze.

She wished she could repair it. Give him a leg and filling the space that had been emptied. She swallowed heavily as unbidden tears made her throat constrict.

"Besides you are going to train with Subaru-san now, aren't you? You have to concentrate on that."

"I will spend any time I have to help you, if you like it or not. We'll find a way,"

she pronounced every word, meaning all of it from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you, Mayura," he looked at her openly and she felt her breath hitch in her lungs at the honesty of his eyes shining with gratefulness and something deep hidden across the sky blue of his eyes. "I –," his voice faltered. His eyebrows scrunched to a frown. Something like regret filled his eyes and she wondered what he was thinking until he said with a broken smile, "Thank you."

Unable to form words as her throat now fully prohibited her to swallow and tears filled her eyes again, she tightened her fingers around his. He returned the gesture and they stayed like this for a long time. A long time that was yet not enough to fill the blanks. They stayed like this until he fell asleep and she was the one holding his relaxed hand.

A/N: What do you think? Well beside the fact that chapter 49 tears your heart into shreds and leaves you speechless. I do not know what will happen. But I hope Shimon will find a way to continue to fight because it was his one goal. Maybe he will have to rely on his ability to fly in fights more. Who knows? Anyway I hope it was a bit comforting to you as it was to me. Thank you for reading.