"Hello-- I'd ask for your name, but I'm not sure about all that at the moment--"
The young man awaiting services on the gurney is quite disheveled-looking. Even his clothes aside, his dark hair sticks up wildly, to reveal a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. These details are probably somewhat less noticeable immediately, though, than the fact his nose is purple and he sounds like he's talking while holding his breath, easy indications that his nose is broken.
Harry had waited awhile. Hadn't wanted to hog crisis stabilization or emergency services, when all that was wrong with him was a crack in some cartilage. He saw her step away from a young woman after referring to herself as Granny, but he's not sure what she meant by that. A cultural affectation? Or real family connections?
His heart squeezes a little, weirdly, secretly hopeful.
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The young man awaiting services on the gurney is quite disheveled-looking. Even his clothes aside, his dark hair sticks up wildly, to reveal a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. These details are probably somewhat less noticeable immediately, though, than the fact his nose is purple and he sounds like he's talking while holding his breath, easy indications that his nose is broken.
Harry had waited awhile. Hadn't wanted to hog crisis stabilization or emergency services, when all that was wrong with him was a crack in some cartilage. He saw her step away from a young woman after referring to herself as Granny, but he's not sure what she meant by that. A cultural affectation? Or real family connections?
His heart squeezes a little, weirdly, secretly hopeful.