Danny leaned his head back against the wall with a sigh, eyes closed. He couldn’t believe he was actually in the emergency room. Normally, it was avoided at all costs. However, the arrow in his right shoulder demanded professional assistance. He had enough sense not to pull it out, but it went through almost to the back. It was barbed—any attempt to pull it out would only make the bleeding worse and shred the muscle. This wasn’t getting out of him without surgery. His shirt was soaked with blood, but he wasn’t feeling the effects of blood loss—yet. Thank god for his ghostly pain tolerance, otherwise he would have been fucked. Even so, it was agony. It had only been an hour, but with the pain radiating from his shoulder, it felt like ten times that long. His jaw was clenched tight, left hand in a fist. Trauma patients always came first, or so he heard, but with the apartment building fire that was still blazing, Danny was remarkably low on the list.
When his mom had sent him a frantic text that said she’d be at the hospital most of the night and she wouldn’t make it home for dinner, it was only a one Scott McCall the actual puppy of a son who would think well this is the perfect opportunity to bring my mother dinner at work. So he arrived a few hours after her phone call with a takeout box filled with food from their favorite Mexican restaurant and a gigantic smile on his face. He was always too happy to be standing in an Emergency Room. While Melissa appreciated the gesture she was still swamped with work, so Scott was forced to turn on his heels ready to leave ----
And then he spotted him. The boy who looked so alone and so different from the others. He could have sworn he smelled something on him, something that said he wasn’t completely of this world, but he shoved that thought from his mind for now. Instead he just scuffed his feet and settled down in the seat next to the boy.