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Skeleton Keys

Sanz had to take slow steps as he walked. He was struggling to keep himself conscious at the moment.


"Where are we going?"


The question was muttered half to Sage and half to the man in the helmet. He didn't trust the man necessarily, but right now he did seem to be on their side.
 
"To a friend.." Shade told him. Sage was struggling a bit with Sanz, so he went over and replaced Sage. He has a much stronger grip over the man and held him up better. "We need to move quicker." Shade said.


"Quicker is hard when we have a half dead guy!" Sage said waving her hand at Sanz.


"What were you thinking?" he asked her.


"Thinking? What the fuck are you talking about?" Sage asked. Shade just let out an annoyed sigh. He couldn't really say more without revealing who he was.
 
Sanz let out a long groan. Hopefully whoever this 'friend' was had medical experience. He hoped that whatever transpired tonight did not make an already fragile situation worse . . . but right now he was in no state to think about the specifics. Thug politics could wait until his arm stopped screaming bloody murder at him.


"How long?"
 
"As long as it takes. Stop whining and keep walking." Shade said annoyed while half carrying Sanz. Sage traveled behind quite. She didn't know who Shade was and she didn't want to piss him off, so keeping her mouth shut seemed like the wise idea at the moment.


It took longer with Sanz dragging his barely conscious feet, but they arrive at a small clinic. It was dark and the building seemed a bit small. There was a small plaque that read 'Roen Addora'.


"hit the door as hard as you can. You need to wake the people in here." Shade told Sage. He was busy holding up Sanz.


Sage nodded and hit the door, banging on it loudly, "Hey! We need help!" Sage yelled. Light suddenly turned on in the upstairs of the small clinic.
 
By this point, Sanz had stopped talking entirely. It took too much effort. He was focusing on putting on foot in front of the other, and making sure that he stayed conscious. Whatever place they had arrived at appeared to be some manner of clinic. It was a welcome sight
 
Sage continued to bang on the door. She was almost surprised when it opened and she almost his the man who opened it in the chest.


He didn't look pleased to be up, he had messy brown hair and a stern look on his face. His eyes seemed to survey the group. "Come on in... quickly. I really hope you weren't' followed."


"No. I'm pretty sure we weren't." Shade said before helping Sanz into the clinic. When they first walked it it looked like a waiting room.


"Take him to the back." Roen said before turning on several lights.


"Roen... is everything ok?" Rhea asked coming downstairs, she then went a bit wide eyed. "What...?"


"Rhea... doctor confidentiality." Roen said, "Go wash up, I need help."


Rhea looked at the group one last time before rushing to go sterilize herself. Roen went to go do the same.


Shade slowly lowered Sanz to sit lay down on a long table.
 
Sanz let himself sit on the table, but before he let himself lay down peeled off his shirt. He couldn't help but hiss through his teeth when the cloth ran over his arm as he pulled the sleeve off. He finally had a good look at it, and it wasn't pretty. The skin was slightly lumpy in areas, as if beneath it wasn't in good shape, and it was bleeding rather steadily from the center, where it had initially been snapped. He let out a sigh and lay down.


"Thanks . . ."


He muttered to Shade
 
Sage sucked in a breath, "Eh.... that looks really bad..." She took his shirt from him and hung it on the side of the chair.


"You two are in good hands. I'll be leaving now." Shade said with a satisfied nod. Turning, Shade left the room. She spoke a few words to Roen, but it was hard to hear before there was a small ring of a bell as he left the building.


"I have no idea who that guy is...." Sage told Sanz.


"It's fine. You don't need to. He comes here when he gets hurt too badly. He'll pay what ever medical expenses you'll be occuring today.... are you both under the age of 18?" he asked.


"They both are. Sage and Sanz. They both go to my school. I share a class with Sage, but none with Sanz." Rhea said coming into the room as well. She had gloves on and was wearing a coat over her pajamas.


"Alright then. My name is Roen. You can call me Doctor Roen. If you call me Doctor Addora I will pinch the flab of skin that I am sure is broken." Roen told them. Sage made a disgusted face.


"He's only kidding..." Rhea said softly, "He is cranky... it is almost 2am. If you had to rate the pain on a scale of 1 to 10?" Rhea asked Sanz.
 
2 am? Was it really so late? Then again . . . thinking back through everything that had happened it wasn't outlandish. It took him a minute to register the question that had been asked. The voice was very quiet . . . he turned his head and was somewhat surprised to find the same girl who had approached him in the courtyard several days back.


"Somewhere . . . between an eight and a nine."
 
"And if I do this?" Rhea asked before touching his arm lightly. "Your pain 1 to 10." She asked.


Roen reached behind him, opening a glass case with a key and pulling out a small bottle and needle.
 
Rhea came around to his other arm and pulled a rubber band around his arm, "Please stay relaxed." He asked him. She tapped his arm a bit after putting the band around him.


"Alright. I have to set that.... and then we can get an X-Ray... are you allergic to any medication?" Roen asked before sticking the needle into the bottle and pulling out a dose.


Sage was holding her breath as they worked.
 
"Not--to my knowledge."


Sanz let out a breath as the extra pain from that girl's prod started to die down. It felt like fire was running through his forearm. When was the last time he'd needed to go to the hospital for something like this? . . . he had to think for a minute before he finally decided it had indeed been when he was 13. Four years--he didn't think he needed to worry about any kind of medication if memory served him correctly
 
Roen came up and lean down to Sanz a moment, examining the veins on his arm before sticking him with the needle and pushing strong painkillers into his blood. "Give it a few mins... then we'll set your arm... and you can come back tomorrow and i'll X-ray you."


"Come here blue haired, let me check you." Roen said, gaining Sage's attention. Sage got up and walked over to him, "You hurt anywhere?"


"Not really. They hit me in the head a couple times, but really I'm not hurt." Sage told him.
 
Sanz gave out a long sigh, breathing through his nose as he did so. He couldn't quite make out the words behind him as he felt the pain relievers kick in. It was almost like his arm had been dipped into a bath of cool water, finally stopping the constant flames that were shooting up along his muscles. Tomorrow was going to be hell.


He looked to his side and saw the girl still standing there, the doctor had said her name . . . Rhea? He closed his eyes and let out another sigh. He would need to make sure that she didn't mention this to anyone
 
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Roen took a flashlight and flashed it in her eyes a moment, "I don't think you have a concussion. You seem lucky."


"Yeah I guess." Sage said in a bit of thought. She had stabbed someone earlier... she barely believe it... How does she even tell her mother that.


Roen looked to Rhea, "Go get me a brace please. Full..." He then glanced at Sage, "I need your help. Hold him down."


"Ah I'm not all that strong..." Sage started to say.


Roen glared at her, "Do it.."


"Right..." Sage got up and walked around the table to Sanz before putting her hands on hit other arm. "Heeey... Sanz." Sage said awkwardly.


Rhea brought back the brace back for Roen, "Hold the brace while I move his arm..." Roen then looked over Sanz, "Hold your breath if you have to. Try not to struggle."
 
Sanz narrowed his eyes at Sage when the boy put his hands on his arm


"We're going to have a serious talk after this."


He clenched his right fist and took in a deep breath, directing his next statement at Roen


"It has to be put back together somehow right?"
 
"Yes yes... anything for you my love~." Sage said softly with an awkward chuckle.


"Brave words." Roen said with a bit of a grin before just flat out moving his arm. His hands were not all that soft as he was feeling the bones. He started the line them up the best he could, but there felt like there was more then one fracture. "Well hell...." Roen said. He pushed it into the brace before arranging it tightly around his arm. "You might need surgery... I can't legally perform that without a parent's consent.. because this isn't life threatening."


Roen stepped back and ruffled his hair a bit, "Let me check your ribs now... You should really come back and see me tomorrow."
 
Sanz's eyes bolted wide open when Roen started to work. He kept his mouth shut, but his teeth were clenched as something that almost sounded like a roar escaped through them. His right arm lifted up a few inches off the table, despite Sage's weight, and slammed back down into it, as if he could make the pain go away by punching something. A sheen of sweat broke out over his body very quickly, and he was panting by the time the doctor was done.


"Sweet--Jesus--that hurt . . ."


He shook his head very slowly, trying to clear the spots from his vision


"My ribs are sore . . . but they aren't broken. I wouldn't . . . worry too much."


Parental consent? His parents didn't give a rat's ass about what he did anymore. If anything, they would refuse to give consent just to make his life more difficult.
 
Sage tried her best to hold Sanz down, but the guy was a hell of a lot stronger then her. She even panted lightly at the short bust of physical prowess she had to just use. "Phew..." Sage said using her sleeve to wipe her forehead as if she had just done something rather strenuous.


Roen just raised an eyebrow before looking at Sanz, "Come back in tomorrow..." He said before handing Sanz a small business card. "I'll give you a bit more pain killers.... also don't be blabbing about this, both of you. That guy, he does not so good things. Plus you two are minors. You can get me arrested..."


Rhea held her breath a bit, "Please... don't get my brother in trouble..."
 
Sanz shook his head as he forced himself to sit up. Sweat was slowly dripping down his bare torso, and he reached for his shirt before throwing it over his shoulder


"I won't."


That actually made things simpler. If neither of them were going to talk about what had happened, he certainly wouldn't. Sanz let his feet down, slowly putting his weight on them.


"We should be leaving . . ."
 
Rhea let out a sigh of relief, though Sage didn't say anything either way and it made Rhea continue to hold a bit of breath in.


"I don't know what happened... but I suggest you try and keep it easy while you're recovering." Roen said staring down the two. "I'll maybe see you tomorrow. I'll fit you in while I can." Roen told them.


"Thanks. I'll make sure he gets home!" Sage said happily.


Roen nodded, "If this was an... dare I said 'abnormal attack' I suggest you go to a real hospital and report it to the police. I doubt it was normal since that guy brought you here."
 
"I got into a brawl with six other people. That's all."


Sanz didn't want to get into the details. He himself wasn't entirely sure what the agenda of that 'Shade' was. Whatever the case, if he hadn't shown up, getting out of there and into medical care would have been much more difficult.


"I'll probably be back around mid-day. Skip classes."


He spoke to Roen as he headed towards the door. There still was the matter of conversation with Sage.
 
"Stay in school kid. Don't be such a thug." Roen said, "but you know... I already have a hard enough time keeping Rhea in school. So you can do whatever you want."


Sage followed him before waving at them slightly, "Thanks for your help!" Sage said before walking out, "Hey... do you still need help walking...?"
 
Sanz shook his head and kept walking, though he made extra effort to avoid letting his left arm move excessively


"The pain's died down to a dull thud, I can walk without killing myself now."


He let out a sigh and walked through the night air, still shirtless. There were several scars over his body, in particular there was a large line that went over his left shoulder blade and curved around to his left pectoral, and another one that was a giant blotch of scar tissue over the right side of his abdomen.


"Listen, I'm going back to my house, and you're going to come in with me."


There wasn't any kind of sarcasm in his voice, but neither was there malice. It was more of a 'this is what will happen' tone.
 

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