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“Why were they standing up, right?” Morgan asked, calmer than is typically expected for someone impaled.
“I don’t know. Why should I know? I didn’t even remember where they were.” Alex responded, slowly losing their cool. This was not how this was supposed to go. It was going to be this cool sexy thing. He’d tried so hard not to cause injury. Why did it have to be a puncture? Why couldn’t it have been like a concussion or something? Or something that could be healed really easily with like spit or something.
“Can you just get them out? The fact that it doesn’t hurt is really concerning.” Morgan said, cutting short Alex’s train of thought.
”Well…”
“What do you mean well?! You can do anything. You are on to a god. Just fix it!”
“Hey, don’t yell at me; I'm sensitive,” Alex said sarcastically.
“Fuck you, sensitive my ass.”
“Promise?”
“Alex, just fix it!”
“I honestly can’t. We have to go to the hospital.”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean, no?”
“I’m not taking on another medical bill. I’m still paying for when you crushed my hand now; fix it.”
“If I fix it, it won’t be fixed like normal. I can’t promise it will be like it was before.”
“There has to be another option.”
“I could steal you a doctor.”
“I mean, better, but what if they need something?”
“I’m not stealing a hospital…But I can make sure they don’t snitch. Hold on.”
“Next time you say Hold on , make it clear you mean literally. Why did you just teleport?” Morgan asked near on in a snit.
“Stop complaining and be quiet. I need to find a doctor. Besides, you know you like clinging to me.”
“Go find the damn doctor!” Shoving Alex away from him as he shouts.
“Ok, ok. Jeez.”
“Stop screaming. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve made it to where the sound around you can’t escape. You can hear me, but I can’t hear you. So with head shakes, I need you to answer me. Do you know how to adequately remove things so as not to damage nerves?
“Good, ok. Are the things you need in this room?
“Damn. Ok, I’m going to let you speak, but I need you to remain calm. Remain calm, and I won’t have to hurt you. Got it. Good”
“Whaat, what do you need to be removed?”
“Knitting needles out of a friend of mine.”
The doctor's eyes go wide.
“Don’t ask.” The doctor only responds by nodding his head slowly.
“Did it cause a lot of blood? I need to know if there was a major artery punctured. Also, the location of the puncture.”
“Left foot and no, not a lot of blood that I can tell. No pain either.”
“Well, are they still conscious, or have they passed out?”
“When I left them alone, they were still awake- where do you think you are going?”
“You left a patient who has, I’m going to assume, a severe puncture alone and who says they are not in pain. That isn’t good. They need someone at their side to make sure they don’t have a reaction to the pain suddenly and fall and hurt themselves. A concussion will not make matters better. Now take me to the patient, and we will handle this.”
Shit. “This way,” Alex led the doctor to where he had left Morgan. “In here,” Alex said, opening the door to the patient room turned storage closet.
When they arrived, Morgan was lying in bed with their foot elevated.
“Did you fall down, or did you put yourself in this position.” The doctor asks as they walk over to Morgan’s side. On the other hand, Alex stayed at the door, checking for people. They had gotten lucky so far, but that might not last. He was a high-stakes target, after all. Since the Fairness Association moved in across the street, someone was bound to keep tabs on them.