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

Just as he slung the first-aid bag across his shoulder, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning, he was just in time to witness the return of their draconic friend as she leaped off of the roof and landed near them. Her voice contained urgency as she relayed the information he asked for. [color=blueviolet]“Man with the helmet, whatever your name is. I see two more groups of villains, one to the north and one inside the museum. There is also a man with a sword fighting the villains in the north with a wound, I do not know how bad but I sensed bleeding. I hope you and the buachaill, are doing all right but I think it best we go help the others. [i]Ní neart go cur le chéile.[/i] I don’t normally do this but if its urgent to get to the wounded man you can…  get on me. I can take you there fast.”[/color]

Nodding, his the picture of seriousness underneath the helmet, he nodded in agreement [color=#00FF7F]“Got it. Hey kid, you think you’ll be alri-”[/color] turning to where the boy was previously standing, he was only in time to see the kid disappear in a streak of light. Blinking the afterimage of the light out of his eyes, he moved on, quickly climbing onto his bike before turning back to address the dragon, giving a slight smile. [color=#00FF7F]“I’m James. Thank you for the information, and for your offer, but at full speed this baby nearly flies, so it isn’t necessary for you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, please just lead the way.”[/color] 

Sparing a glance back at the tied up villain, he spotted one of the civilians who helped tie him up still loitering nearby. [color=#00FF7F]“You! Keep an eye on him. Yell if he tries to escape.”[/color] And then he was off. Going as fast as possible, he closely followed after Fiadh as she led the way – his wheels nearly leaving the ground. It didn’t take more than a minute, before he was screeching to a stop outside the museum’s north, where he saw a blond boy – late teens if he had to guess – kneeling on the ground. Obviously, he was the injured one. Standing protectively next to him, was what had to be the biggest freaking wolf he had ever seen and a little ways away from them was the other boy. The random civilians loitering around, were obviously fine, so he didn’t spare them as much as a second glance before he was off his bike and approaching the small group – doing his best to ignore the stabbing (hah, get it?) pain in his chest.

He only slowed long enough to stick a gold star against Fiadh’s front arm(?) [color=#00FF7F]“You’ve earned this.”[/color] as he passed her. He only stopped when he was a few steps away from the injured boy because of the wolf’s icy glare directed at him. Meeting the predator’s piercing gaze, James slowly held up his first-aid bag and stated as calmly as he could [color=#00FF7F]“I just want to help, if you’ll let me?”[/color] Once it seemed that the two of them have reached an understanding, he was in front of the boy, gently manoeuvring him into a more comfortable position. [color=#00FF7F]“Hey kiddo, still with me? Don’t worry about a thing, you’re in good hands, I’ll have you patched up in no time.”[/color]

Hands gentle, he first inspected the wound on the lad’s left shoulder. There are a lot of arteries in that area – not to mention the close proximity to his heart – and it could be really bad if any of them were nicked. The boy seems to have a luck on his side though, so far, he’s not exhibiting any of the signs to indicate that anything vital had been hit – other than being a little pale, but that could just be from the shock of actually being hit by an arrow – so, once the arrow is removed, he should be fine with just a couple of stitches, it might not even be necessary for James to use his abilities.

That happy thought flew out the window once he saw the bullet wound in the kid’s side. It wasn’t a fresh wound, already showing signs of healing. It doesn’t even appear to have been a fatal wound at one point. What it was, was a freshly cauterized wound, the burn marks on the skin not even an hour old and there was what looked like a splinter on it. What did he do? Burn himself with a stick!?! Looking up to meet the kid’s eyes from behind his lens, he couldn’t help but ask astonished, [color=#00FF7F] “Did you do this to yourself?”[/color] James even looked at the wolf questioningly, so shocked was he by the discovery. Yeah, nope. Obviously this kid couldn’t be trusted to properly take care of his own wounds properly and James was not about to risk him going off and giving himself an infection.

Grumbling under his breath, he zipped open the bag and pulled out a roll of bandages – making a mental note to replace it as soon as possible. [color=#00FF7F]“You and I are going to have a long chat about proper wound care later, young man. Here bite on this.”[/color] Stuffing the roll in the lad’s mouth, he moved behind the kid and gripped the arrow firmly. [color=#00FF7F]“I mean, really? Do you want an infection? Because an infection is what you’ll get if you continue on like this. Brace yourself.”[/color] With a swift, careful pull, the arrow was out and discarded as James took a closer look at the injury wanting to make certain of his initial assessment now that there was no longer an obstruction in the way. It still looked good. [color=#00FF7F]“You know that people can die from infection, right? How do you think you’re loved-ones would feel if you died – not from an injury, but because you didn’t seek out professional medical help.”[/color] 

Taking a deep breath, after his rant, James gently placed his hands next to the kid’s wound. His chest throbbed painfully in warning, but he pushed that thought away. If he was still alive after that pile-up a few months back – and he really came close to kicking it, that time – he’ll be fine now. This amount of injuries aren’t nearly as bad as the ones back then and this kid’s isn’t even fatal. He’ll be fine…probably. Closing his eyes, he made the connection and felt pain bloom in his shoulder and side as the boy’s injuries became his. Thankfully, he was right about them being non-fatal and there weren’t any nasty surprises waiting for him once he finished. He did experience a throbbing headache as well as a brief dizzy-spell, where he had to take a minute to ground himself – marking that he had officially reached his limits and that he’ll need at least a few hours of rest before attempting anything with his powers again.

Orienting himself, James breathed through it and checked on his patient, pulling another star loose from the dwindling packet of stickers and – hoping to encourage good behaviour – stuck it to the lad’s forehead. [color=#00FF7F]“There you go, all patched up. See, professional medical help aint that bad now is it?”[/color] A he looked the boy over though, a frown crossed his face. While the kid did look better, that did not mean he looked fine. The kid was still a little too pale for his liking and his eyes was still a little unfocused. James knew that the kid didn’t have any more injuries, so the true problem was probably something a little more mundane. He can’t even count how many times he had to respond to calls about people collapsing because they weren’t properly taking care of their own needs. This kid was probably one of them (if the self-cauterizing was anything to go by) too busy pushing himself to take care of himself. Snapping his fingers in front of the boy’s face to get him to focus, James addressed him, keeping his voice gentle but firm, leaving no doubt that this was a serious matter. [color=#00FF7F]“Kid look at me. When was the last time you had a proper meal or rest? Don’t lie to me either, I’ll know.”[/color]

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