All good things...
Through the halls he strode, following Ryou’s directions and blatantly staring at everything they passed. A whole center full of zombies and he hadn’t known it was here.
“Alright. You’re welcome Ryou, I can do the same any time.” He looked around, and actually rejected the first white coat person he glimpsed. He didn’t like the look of them. Luckily there was a second not a few steps away so he went there. “Hello.” He said sharply, intentionally allowing his shadows to make him appear a little more threatening that usual. “I’m looking for Ryou Yadonushi’s doctor.”
The white-coat was taking some kind of roll-call, a clipboard in her hand. She turned at the voice and jumped slightly, looking between the new stranger, and the motionless form in his arms. “I-I’m sorry, I cannot discuss–…” She took a closer look at the boy, vacant and motionless. “Oh my God Ryou.” She stroked his fringe from the dead boy’s face, “What happened?”
She’s okay, Ryou promised, not wanting Godling to lash out or try to harm the woman for touching him, This is Doctor Willeby. She helped me a few times.
“He’s been missing for weeks, where did you find him? Come, please, sir.” She reached for a walkie on her hip and spoke into it, requesting a gurney and for Ryou’s primary doctor. Their establishment was obviously very concerned with the health and safety of their children, as well as their wellbeing. “Is he responsive, sir?” She turned to the stranger. “Thank you so much for bringing him in…”
“He was attacked.” He stated in a tone that was technically more friendly than he could have made it, since Ryou had asked so nicely. It seemed pretty obvious to him.
“We’re friends. I found him out in a wasteland and brought him back here. He’s having trouble moving his body but he’s not unconscious or anything. That’s why I’m carrying him. He has some injuries. Can you fix them?” He held the boy a little bit tighter. He did as a general rule trust hospitals, but he did not trust a human to treat a zombie right. Humans mostly seemed averse to any darker sort of creature.
“Oh my God...” The doctor clasped a hand over her mouth. “You say he’s conscious... Oh, and he’d been doing so well, he’s going to have to make up all that ground again. Ryou, sweetie, you’re going to be alright.” She reached over to stroke a hand over his dry, cold forehead. “We’d been worried sick for him, but...he goes missing quite often. Usually off gallivanting with his trad friends, or...God knows what else... I hope you learned something from this, young man.” Willeby shifted her attention to Ryou with a more stern tone.
A gurney was wheeled toward them, a man running at its side it briskly, rolling it along. “Put him here if you please, and we’ll take care of him.”
