All good things...
Through the halls he strode, following Ryouâs directions and blatantly staring at everything they passed. A whole center full of zombies and he hadnât known it was here.
âAlright. Youâre welcome Ryou, I can do the same any time.â He looked around, and actually rejected the first white coat person he glimpsed. He didnât like the look of them. Luckily there was a second not a few steps away so he went there. âHello.â He said sharply, intentionally allowing his shadows to make him appear a little more threatening that usual. âIâm looking for Ryou Yadonushiâs doctor.â
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. âI-Iâm sorry, I cannot discussââŚâ She took a closer look at the boy, vacant and motionless. âOh my God Ryou.â She stroked his fringe from the dead boyâs face, âWhat happened?âÂ
Sheâs 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.Â
âHeâs been missing for weeks, where did you find him? Come, please, sir.â She reached for a walkie on her hip and spoke into it, requesting a gurney and for Ryouâs primary doctor. Their establishment was obviously very concerned with the health and safety of their children, as well as their wellbeing. âIs he responsive, sir?â She turned to the stranger. âThank you so much for bringing him inâŚâ
âHe was attacked.â 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.Â
âWeâre friends. I found him out in a wasteland and brought him back here. Heâs having trouble moving his body but heâs not unconscious or anything. Thatâs why Iâm carrying him. He has some injuries. Can you fix them?â 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.
âOh my God...â The doctor clasped a hand over her mouth. âYou say heâs conscious... Oh, and heâd been doing so well, heâs going to have to make up all that ground again. Ryou, sweetie, youâre going to be alright.â She reached over to stroke a hand over his dry, cold forehead. âWeâd 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.â Willeby shifted her attention to Ryou with a more stern tone.Â
A gurney was wheeled toward them, a man running at its side it briskly, rolling it along. âPut him here if you please, and weâll take care of him.â













