ONE:
John Watson was thirteen when he broke his arm. It was highly anticlimactic. He was riding his bike home from school, when he ran over a stick and veered into a bush. The first thing he knew after that was searing hot pain in his arm and the roiling of his stomach as it tried to bring his lunch up for an encore. Once he'd gotten control of himself, he'd yanked his bike from the bush with his right hand and headed for home, his arm clutched awkwardly against his side. He put his bike in the back of the house and went inside. It'd be at least an hour before everyone else was home, so he swabbed some alcohol on his scratches, took some paracetamol, and settled down to resolutely not think about it.
Five minutes later, he decided that was stupid, and rang his mum at work, who rushed home in a frenzy. She fretted over him, then rushed him to A&E, where they set the bone and gave him a shot of morphine to combat the pain and swelling. Soon he was comfortably woozy, watching as they splinted the bone and applied the cast. He listened with interest as they explained to his mother that what he had was called a greenstick fracture, and not uncommon in children. When that was done, his mother left to sign some paper work, and he simply sat on the paper-covered bed and stared at a wall.
That is, till raised voices coming from the corridor drew his attention. John stood and wandered over to the doorway in time to see several adults and a pair of children rush in, one crying and the other, raven-haired and sulking, glaring sullenly at anyone who dared look his way. John figured the two to be around seven years old, give or take a few months.
John raised an eyebrow at the strange development and watched them manhandle the crying child into the nearest exam room and shut the door. It was only when one of the others knelt before the dark-haired one that John realized that he wasn't an adult, but a surprisingly mature-looking teenager. The elder murmured something to the younger in French, who then retorted in guttural, lisping German and stomped away down the hall.
John suppressed a giggle and went back into his own exam room to wait for his mother.
A/N: I plan to update every Friday, so more to come soon. :D