Good Samaritan part two.
Dan x Walter friendship
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Everyone around him was bundled up in their coats, fighting off the winter cold as the trudged down the icy streets of New York, but Walter was sweating buckets.
He coughed into his sleeve, the usually stable streets were swaying under his feet and he wasn't sure if it was the cement moving or his legs. The last day or two had been a complete fog, he wasn't even sure where he was going at the moment. His feet kept moving on their own while he clutched his sign in his shivering hands.
He knew he was sick, he was far from stupid and he knew it was something terrible, but he refused to go to the clinic. He didn't trust doctors, they put tracking devices in the blood stream through shots and used medication for truth serum, government employees. A flue would pass, he just had to wait it out, he was strong enough… Rorschach was strong enough… Rorschach… when did the sun get so dark?
The world was turning black around him and the ground was coming up awfully fast. Faintly before everything stopped dead he saw the outline of a figure near him, a rather pudgy one, he thought before he felt the crack of pavement.
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Daniel rushed to the collapsed, tiny frame of the redhead at his stoop. He had no idea why the man was there, but at the moment he didn't care. Daniel's years working with Rorschach's half hazard attitude had given him rather strong mother hen instincts and immediately he began hoisting the smaller figure up (he was even lighter then he looked) over his shoulder. It wasn't five minutes he was inside calling his own personal physician.
The doctor was bewildered by the situation but said he would be there in a half an hour. Sighing as he set down the receiver he looked over to the slumped figure on his couch. Taking in a hobo probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but he couldn't rightly leave him out there on the sidewalk. Besides it would be a good time to ask him how he knew his name… whenever he woke up.
He stuffed a pillow as gently as he could under the strangers head, taking a moment to examine his fire colored hair, wondering why, if he walked around here, he hadn't noticed him before. Though his face was hard set the freckles coating it gave him a childlike appearance, especially while he was sleeping. When he placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature the man twitched almost violently, he had to pull away. From what little he had felt he was running a terrible fever but he had no choice but to wait for the doctor. Sitting down on the edge of the arm rest he sighed yet again and switched between watching the ticking of the twitching hands of the clock and listening to the soft whistle of the other's wheezing.
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The world was a black haze when he first became aware of it; it was a while before he realized his eyes were closed. When he opened them things were fuzzy but once his mind got itself together he could tell from smell that it wasn't his apartment… too nice. The light was dim, from a bulb, not the sun, so he was inside. The wall paper looked strangle familiar and he could just barely make out a painting of an owl hanging above his head…
Immediately he shot up, the action was followed by a crash of ceramic shattering against hard wood floors.
His head spun towards the sound to see a startled Daniel standing in the doorway, hands erect as if they were holding something but the tray and what used to be a bowl of soup lay in pieces on the floor. After a stare off between them he shot to the floor to clean up the mess.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He spoke in the stuttered tone that he used when he got nervous, like when they used to patrol together and they had to go into a strip club. "I t-thought you might be hungry."
Walter didn't speak; instead he took in his surroundings. He was in a bed, though he had never actually been in his room he assumed it was Daniel's, His coat was missing but he soon spotted it on a chair nearby and he was still fully dressed otherwise. As far as he could tell there was no immediate danger…
"Why am I here." Though it was a question it wasn't phrased like one.
He had spoken so suddenly that Daniel dropped the ceramic pieces all over again. "You collapsed outside, I brought you in, I hope you don't mind." He stood up, giving that nervous laugh that was so familiar. "I was worried but I had my doctor give you a look over and it seems you just have a touch of pneumonia. He left some medicine but it would probably be best if you didn't go out on the streets..."
There was an uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air, Walter wasn't about to say anything, in fact he was working out different plans of escape from the apartment…
"You can stay here if you like…"
He turned, though it wasn't much of a surprise, Daniel was too soft, and it only made sense he would make such an offer, but… it was the first time anyone had ever made that kind of offer to Walter. Walter, who wasn't wanted in his mother's home, who had to put up with in homes, who wasn't even welcomed in the apartment he paid for… it made his stomach turn oddly.
"Just until you're well enough… I can feed you, it's no problem, I have enough. I can sleep on the couch so you'll be comfortable." He was obviously trying too hard, Walter wondered if it was his natural mothering instincts or if he had some ulterior motive…
No, Daniel was a good man… he wasn't one for ulterior motives… and he could always escape later. For now he was too weak to argue.
"… Fine. But will take the couch…" he didn't want to stay in the bed, it smelled too much like Daniel.
The taller man beamed at the half hearted answer. It was true that he didn't want the poor hobo out on the streets in his state, the thought made his chest sting with guilt, but he also wanted to know more about him. Why did he know his name and what was he doing wandering around outside his house? It wasn't that he excepted anything malicious, but he did have his suspicions.
He just hopped Rorschach didn't bust in at night and take the sick man for a robber; he was liable to get his legs broken.
AN
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I think I made Walter too much like Rorschach in here, he seems nicer in the comic, but he's sick and I personally and a total jerk when I'm sick. Sorry for my lack of… goodness… but I'm still new to this fandom ;-;
Alright, at this point I have absolutely no idea what's going to happen so if anyone has any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them T^T and this dosen't have to stay friendship, I would personally love to do a smut fic but I haven't come up with any ideas yet.