Happening right now in Chernobyl- 10,000 heactares of the Red Forest is burning. It will keep burning until Russian allows Ukraine to deal with the fires or gets out.
Radiation is already elevated.
Staff rotation hasn’t taken place since that one change last week. Fears around the maintenance of the insulation of the New Safe Confinement (the thing keeping reactor 4 from spewing radioactivity).
People are going to get sick. They’re already getting sick. Now it’s Russian soldiers, but soon? It’ll be civilians in the area.
Depending on how much burns, this could (and sort of already is) spread to neighboring Belarus, Russia, and European nations.
Call your elected officials and ask them- it’s too late to stop the illness now- what it the US going to do to keep civilians from getting sick?
This area has already suffered enough.
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Some cute Valoris fluff because that makes me soft
Here we go🙊💕
It was almost midnight, as he was thriving on two cups of dark coffee, though he needed sleep desperately. However, he knew he couldn't stop working.
Pen marks furiously covered each piece of crumpled, rejected parchment which decorated the floor and surrounded the legs of the table. His glasses were perched at the rim of the table as he almost tipped into insanity.
All the while, Boris Shcherbina had been taking it upon himself to protect and defend the younger male. Having fallen asleep in his office, after a tiring day of yet the same work day after day, he has realized that the light in the hallway was still on. Leaving the office, which had been the source of many, many angry phone calls, proofed documents, and even shadowed admiration, he opened the door to reveal an exhausted, shaken Legasov.
"Valera..."
"Have you seem the hour?"
His voice startled the scientist, who jumped and dropped his pen.
"I... I haven't bothered with the time."
Boris walked over to the worn-out couch where Valery resided, sleep deprivation shadowed his eyes. He was terribly stressed, and both of them knew that there was little that could be done, and the resources they had were scant. Though useful on other days, Valery's amount of sleep was insufficient. He knew that Legasov would be hesitant to stop now, working stubbornness plagued the man.
"Valera, how much have you finished?"
His voice was soft, but also low and gravely as the hour of the night had taken its effect.
"Not nearly enough."
He sat down next to the poor scientist, noticing that his hand quivered as he read over his work.
"Valery. You need rest, your work, it ca wait."
"Wait for what? For all of us to die? For everyone to be harmed? I'm trying to avoid that!" His voice raised a few pitches before falling to its soft demeanor.
"I... I'm sorry,"
He took his glasses from their perch and held them in his hand.
"Don't be. It's late, you're more than overtired. Please,"
"If nobody is willing to do this, why am I still..." he rubbed his thumb and forefinger over the bridge of his nose.
"Because of exactly that, nobody else is willing. So many need you, and will come to realize that they have to rely on someone."
"But not at a quarter past twelve."
Valery turned his head as he put his glasses back on, the man he used to fear somehow giving him a sense of calm.
He ignored the feeling, and soon found it useless to oppose his overseer, who had, in time, become his friend.
"Valera, give me a valid reason you cannot rest, other than your work."
Boris worried about Valery. It used to be concern from time to time, but there was no explanation for the preposterous twang in his heart when he saw the overworked Legasov painstakingly reviewing every line. He was far beyond his limit. He was broken.
Valery was not only exhausted, but also afraid. He felt he was drowning in fear of those in ranks far above him. He knows that if his work goes to the wrong people, he would meet the business end of a bullet in his chest. His inquisitive blue eyes now radiated a sheath of pain, fear, and sleep deprivation, as he almost began to nod off, debating whether he should tell Boris his personal conflict or not.
"I... can't sleep."
"You can work tomorrow,Valera."
"Not... Not work,"
"Well, what then?"
Valery took a deep breath and averted his gaze. He knew very well how he would sound. Like a coward.
"Valery, please. What have you to lose?"
"I can hardly sleep well when I do not know whether I will die the next day or not," his voice started to shake as his sleepiness was beginning to get the best of him.
"I beg you to try..."
It wasn't before too long that Valery felt himself walking to one of the bedrooms, an arm around him; supporting him. He was incredibly groggy, yet as soon as he felt his body touch the soft bed, he fell right into it, giving in to the prying jaws of sleep.
However soft, he was still on edge.
All it took was one touch, of whom he knew (though he was too tired for it to register) that comforted him to rest. He could barely function. He finally let go.
For some reason, he felt safe; he knew he was safe.
He didn't know why, he was only subconsciously active.
Perhaps it was the chest he has fallen asleep on, or the gentle hand stroking through his thin hair.
Boris had decided to stay.
Perhaps it was for the better.
Throughout the night, Boris could feel the uneasy stirring of his... partner. He had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his suspenders, not giving a shit that Valery now had his hand over the tie Boris hadn't taken off. He didn't move. Valery needed sleep so desperately.
By the fourth hour of the night, the scientist had woken up.
His heart was racing, and Boris felt his pace.
"Valera?"
"Are you alright?"
Still quite overtired, all Valery could do was groggily lie back down, still not realizing that the body of whom he was so comfortably resting on was that of his all powerful supervisor.
"Shh... Valera. Rest..."
He brought his gentle hand back to tenderly brush the wisps of hair behind Valery's ear.
He never realized quite how peaceful Valery was when he wasn't furiously at work.
It was nice.
Up until he realized that Legasov is going to wake up in his arms.
And Boris hoped he wouldn't mind.
As long as he didn't find out the inflow of thoughts racing through his mind as his hand resided on the side of his healing scientist.
The night was long.
But it's never quite long enough.
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