[color=#00FF7F][center][h1]James Harris[/h1][/center][/color]

James was just in the process of rewetting the scarf to continue his attempts to revive the kid when he was interrupted by a new arrival from the sky. They landed nearby and approached on four feet and in a booming voice announced that [Color=blueviolet] “I want this ‘gold star’ too.” [/color] Momentarily stunned, it was all James could do to lift his helmet’s visor, give a few blinks before closing it again. So there’s apparently a gold-star loving dragon (hero?) in town, he’s seen weider. Quickly shaking the absurdity that was becoming his night off, he got back down to business [color=#00FF7F]“Okay, that’s cool. We can negotiate about the star, first things first -”[/color] before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted yet again, only this time it was by movement coming from the kid as they shone with an ethereal light - not unlike starlight - before they opened their eyes. [color=#00FF7F]“Hey, welcome back. Take your time now, wasn’t too long ago you were on death’s doorstep.”[/color]

Headless of his warning, the kid was already in the process of trying to sit up. The youth these days…they never listen. [color=4ebcbe] “The hell did you do?” [/color] Which was admittedly a fair question. Opening his mouth to answer, James didn’t get the chance as another, much more important question left the (boy? Yeah, a boy) boy. [color=4ebcbe] “Why the fuck.., would I want a sticker..?” [/color] a small laugh left him as he stood up as well, his arms hovering whiting catching distance of the kid, ready to offer aid if it looks like he’ll fall. [color=#00FF7F]“Well, it got you to wake up, didn’t it?”[/color] Noticing the direction the kid’s eyes took, James gave a quick update about the villain’s condition. [color=#00FF7F]“I checked him over myself, before getting some people to volunteer their services in restraining him. The worst he’s got is a concussion and what’ll be some rather painful bruises later. Sturdy bugger, aint he?”[/color]

His words seemed to land on deaf ears, the boy obviously distressed as he gave of ripples of light. James really didn’t know what the best move in this situation would be - he doesn’t know this boy, or his triggers, he doesn’t want to risk making anything worse. Exchanging a look with their dragon companion, James felt rather helpless at the moment… Thankfully, whatever it was didn’t last long as the boy seemed to gain control once more before he turned back to them. “[color=4ebcbe]”You took my wound?”[/color] Somewhat surprised that the kid noticed, James glanced down at his previously dark green shirt, where the blood underneath was getting all the more noticeable and grimaced slightly behind his helmet. So far this kid was officially the first person to ever find him out...which is something that he’s not going to deal with right now, instead he tried to sound as chipper and carefree as possible before addressing the kid again. [color=#00FF7F]“I’ll be fine, this barely qualifies as a scratch compared to some other wounds I had to heal, the only real loss is the shirt, but my special baking soda combination should get the stain out easy enough.”[/color]

[color=4ebcbe]”Whatever, thanks..,”[/color] the boy uttered quietly and motioned towards the dragon [color=4ebcbe]”you can give your Gold Star to the dragon,”[/color] after that the boy’s curiosity took over and he and the dragon started to interact. [color=4ebcbe]”..why are you a fucking dragon?”[/color] Stepping back, James gave them a moment to discuss among themselves while he rooted around in his sidecar before finally pulling out a roll of duct-tape. His back turned to the other two, he lifted his shirt to expose the wound and tore off a strip of tape, slapping it over the hole in his chest. A small hiss left him as the action agitated the wound, sending a fresh wave of pain trough him. The paramedic in him is screaming at him about his stupidity, that that isn’t the best way to treat a wound, but his regeneration should keep any nasty side-effects at bay. Besides, he doesn’t have the time right now to properly look after this wound, and at least this should slow the blood loss enough for his regeneration to actually focus on treating the source of the bleeding instead of having to multitask by keeping him from passing out. 

That done, it was time to get back to business. Quickly lowering his shirt again and stuffing the rest of the duct-tape in one of his pockets, he turned back towards the other two. Taking the packet of shiny star stickers out of his pocket and removing them from their plastic covering. James then tore the paper to separate the shiniest star from the rest of the packet and showed it to the dragon (…man his life got real weird real quick.) while saying [color=#00FF7F]“Alright you two, I hate to interrupt, but this is important. Miss Dragon, I need to know if there are anymore buddies of that guy-”[/color] points at villain [color=#00FF7F]“around as well as whether there are any serious injuries. If you can bring me that information, this star is all yours.”[/color] Once she took off, James turned a critical eye over the boy, looking for any sign of the blood loss getting to him. [color=#00FF7F]“Now I want you to take it easy for a day or so and drink plenty of fluids to help replenish some of the blood that you lost, alright? No pushing yourself to the brink or anything like that if it can be helped.”[/color] That said, James’ voice took on a lighter tone as he separated another star and pressed it into the boy’s hands [color=#00FF7F]“Now, I know that you said that you didn’t want a gold star, but you did a good job tonight. There were a lot of lives in your hands earlier,”[/color] at this point James gave a meaningful glance to where the villain was still out cold. [color=#00FF7F]“and, thanks to your actions those lives are still around right now. I think you deserve a memento for that.”[/color]

James saw the fight. He saw the villain completely helpless as he engulfed by blue, only too be knocked out. A lot of people might have gone for the kill, he still remembers a lot of news reports from when he was a kid detailing heroes doing exactly that. It’s harder to spare a life than to take it. But the poor guy already looks uncomfortable enough as it is, so James decided to just leave his words at that and hope that his double meaning came through alright and returned his attention to the remaining gawkers. A lot had left – probably having gotten bored – but there was still a good amount hanging about with their phones out. Hands on his hips, James tried to sound as authoritative as he could as he addressed them. [color=#00FF7F]“Alright people, there’s nothing to see here any more so move along. You already took your pictures so there’s no reason to hang around any longer. Get along, shoo, don’t make me arrest ya’ll for loitering.”[/color] Making shooing motions at them, he watched as the crowd mercifully dispersed, before he once again started digging in his side car before finally pulling out his emergency first aid bag from where it was lodged inside the lowest compartment. Hopefully their dragon friend comes back with the all clear and tonight can go back to being the peaceful start of his break that he had envisioned, but he wants to be ready just in case.

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