luckiest_flash (luckiest_flash) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-30 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | kid flash ii, thor, wally west |
Who: The Flash, Kid Flash and Thor-er... Dr. Blake.
Where: Central City Hospital
When: Tuesday, May 28, 2013 - directly after this.
What: Bart has little of his knee left. It needs surgery asap.
Rating: R for graphic injury.
There was really only one place for Wally to take Bart. He passed New York City up entirely and rushed across the states, careening into Central City in front of the hospital.
“Hang on,” he said quietly to the teen. “We’ll get you fixed.”
“Hey!” The Flash stopped short in the lobby, looking to an older officer hurrying up on one side while one of the triage nurses hurried up to the other to look at Bart’s knee, or what was left of it with astonishment. “Flash, we just got word. Someone’s calling for your immediate arrest.”
So soon? Wally was floored, looking at the officer for a second speechlessly, then down to Bart worriedly. The officer shook his head, leaning in to whisper to him and the nurse. “That means you need to get your butt out of sight before anyone spots you! Nurse?”
“This way. Get him laid down.”
Wally had never felt so sick at the sight of a wound as when they were digging to look at Bart’s knee. The doctor looked up from dictating to the nurse, said something, then came out of the room, door closing quietly as he looked at Wally earnestly. “It’s gone. It’s sealed itself back together all wrong, and reconstructing the bone is almost hopeless with how he heals. All we can do it try to keep things pinned apart and prepped for major surgery, and he needs it fast.”
It didn’t surprise him, but his stomach twisted to hear it. “‘Kay...”
“Here’s the other problem... he’s a minor. We work on you, because you’re an adult. We have no idea who this kid’s parents are.”
Wally looked up quickly. “I’m the guardian.”
“It probably won’t be enough for our surgeon. He’s a stickler. And in order to prove it... ”
Comprehension dawned. If he proved it, he compromised both of their identities. But the doctor’s were risking a huge liability otherwise. Wally’s green eyes zipped side to side in thought. “If.. I can find a doctor to perform the surgery, can he use the facilities?”
“You need to get him quick. We can prep while you do that.”
“Quick is something I can do. Take care of him!” And Wally was gone, rushing to a certain Dr. Donald Blake’s house.