DPxDC Dr/Healer Pt1
(DeadSerious) No rest for the Dead
After years of good and bad situations, Danny's life has settled into something he finds satisfactory. After escaping Amity, and all the pain that the GIW and his parents caused, Danny became dedicated to a new type of protection. He spent years helping Frostbite. He became overly invested while healing himself and his siblings. Dante took over as King Regent, and Ellie has her many adventures across the multiverse. Danny has been studying the health and healing of various species and entities. Now in his twenties, the anti-ecto acts have been discovered by the JL, and he can finally return to his home realm and work towards getting his human certificates.
One accidental medical rescue later places him on an advanced meta medical team working on the Watchtower. A healer among doctors. He is one of two young specialists to be still working to get their licenses. The two of them are referred to as 'Rich boy Res' and the 'Witch doctor'. With such a busy schedule, the two haven't met...Yet.
"Good job Nightingale, now get the hell off this satellite and rest before you kill someone." The head of kryptonian care dismissed.
"Or worse, bring something to life again." The nurse chimes in.
"Yeah, yeah." Danny mumbles as he makes his way to the staffroom to retrieve his belongings.
Thankfully, Dante had volunteered to come pick him up after hearing just how long of a week his little brother had had. Between the advancement exams to fast-track his studies, his various arguments with the observants over diplomacy with his mortal realm, and a JL crisis that left a large amount of heroes in need of tending, Danny hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in eight days. Which would have been lethal if he wasn't already halfway dead. Even as it is he was pushing it.
Point is he was borderline delirious with exhaustion, which is his only defense for what happens.
Danny floats up and sprawls himself over his big brother's back, tucking his head into the larger man's neck. He never did catch up to Dante in height or muscle.
"Take me to bed.. or to the grave, I honestly don't even care right now." He groaned into Dante's ear, clinging to consciousness with a thread.
Dante was super stiff under him and didn't even try to toss him across the room. Not even a snarky response about ending him in his sleep. Danny didn't fully register that something was wrong until he chirped, reaching out to try and reassure Dante that he was okay and check in on his brothers core. Only to not find another core or subvocal response.
The first thing he noticed was not the man under him, but the stares of the various nurses and medical staff lingering in the break room. Most look shocked, amused or a measure of both.
When he finally turned his attention to the still figure under him, he realized with horrifying clarity this man was not Dante. They may have very similar bulky builds and exude a grumpy air but this man was definitely not his brother. Which is what he said as soon as the thought occurred.
"You're not my brother... Wow, your eyes are really pretty." Danny mumbled, still draped over the man practically in his face.
The moment only broke when Dantes core chirped out to him from the entrance and Danny was slammed full force into wakefulness at the relization of what was going on.
With the shock, he phased through the not Dante and nearly face planted before spinning on his unsteady feet and flying into his brother’s chest.
Dante, for his part, just cackled before tossing his stupid tired sibling over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"One package of dumbass retrieved. Later bitches!" He called out as he carried Danny to the zeta tubes and their haunt beyond.
"Jazz is gonna love this." He continued to laugh.
"Shut up!" Danny whined, still covering his beet red face.