Thank you everyone for the comments! I wasn't expecting such a response. I've decided on the names for Prompto's parents: Sylva and Lance.
Prompto stared in absolutely shock, he had no idea what had just happened. He had been so sure that he would die as the daemon had swung down his hand and yet he was still alive by some miracle. Or rather by the strange ability of the dark figured man that had saved him somehow.
He was still filled with panic, fear and confusion but that sensation swiftly changed to a different kind of panic when said man dropped down to one knee, panting hard and wincing with pain. Prompto was the son of one of the best nurses in Insomnia and as such had learnt very young how to give first aid when needed. The lessons he had gotten from his mother flooded back and pushed away the panic of being attacked by daemon in favor of the familiar anxiety of dealing with injuries.
'' Um, sir can you hear me?'' Prompto asked shily as he approached the man, his own injury forgotten in favor of those on his savior. Cor grunted in reply, jaw tight as he tried to stay conscious despite the blood lost and exhaustion. '' I'm… I'm Prompto, I know some first aid and my mom is a nurse. Can I try to help you?''
There was no reply for several moments before Cor finally nodded, '' Do it quickly,'' he swallowed painfully, '' You need to get back to safety. If… If daemons show up again, forget about me and just run. I'll hold them off.'' Prompto hesitated before he stripped off his t-shirt, feeling a dark blush crowd his face. He tried to keep his mind on the lessons he could remember as he pressed the cotton material on what appeared to be the worst of the injuries,
RED, an acronym his mother had ensured Prompto knew by heart. R stood for Rest, in other word, keeping the injured still and preventing them from panicking and increasing their own injuries. The blond boy didn't think that would be a problem with the injured man. The warrior seemed to be calm though it might be what Mom called shock too.
Prompto shift a hand off his now red shirt and padded his pockets, looking for a small pocket knife his father had given to him about a year ago. E stood for elevated but once more considering the location of most of the injuries on the man kneeling on the ground, it would be hard to do and Prompto moved on to the last letter. D stood for direct pressure on the injury or rather between the heart and the location of the injury.
With the small pocket knife, Prompto proceeded to cut the sleeves of his t-shirt into thin bands while doing his best not to remove the pressure he was putting on the bleeding. With the makeshift bandages, Prompto did his best to tie the rest of his t-shirt in place while once more keeping a steady pressure on the worst of the injuries.
Cor admitted to being impressed at Prompto's steady hands and his concentration on the work he was doing. As soon as he saw that the boy knew what he was doing, Cor concentrated on keeping an eye out for any daemons approaching. The coast was clear as far as he could see, the daemons that had been close to swarming him a few minutes ago nowhere to be found now. Cor keep his grip on his sword, not wanting to take any risk when the life of such a young boy was on his shoulders.
Prompto finished verifying the bandages before addressing his savior once more, '' I'm sorry, that all I can do right now. We need to get you to a hospital quickly.'' Cor pushed himself back up on unsteady legs, biting back a groan of pain and the dizziness that followed his movement. Prompto was quick to notice the way the man seemed unsteady but he had no way of helping with the man being that much taller and heavier then him.
Cor noticed the worried look looming on Prompto's face and reached out a trembling hand to rub his head, unaware of the blood he was leaving on the blond hair. '' You did a good job Prompto, stay beside me and I'll protect you.'' With those words, he forced himself to move putting one foot in front of the other by sheer will power more than anything else.
The Immortal man took care of always keeping the boy within arm's reach as they slowly made their way back to the light filled city. As soon as the duo stepped into the safety of the city streets, Cor found himself unable to prevent unconsciousness from claiming him. His last thought before passing out was to remember the strange way the daemons had reacted around the blond child and wondering what it could mean.
Prompto tried his best to slow down the nameless man's fall and keep him from hitting his head or making his injuries worst but was only partly successful in his attempt. '' HELP! Someone Help!'' Prompto shouted, the previous panic coming back twice as strong and overwhelming him.
It didn't take long for both to find themselves in the only hospital of Galdin Quai. Sylva and Lance had both rushed to the hospital when they had heard that Prompto had been admitted for injuries. The initial sight of their son in a hospital gown with blood covered hair and getting some stitches on his upper right arm had only served to increase their own worry and panic.
Prompto was still too shocked to be able to say anything more than the fact that he had been attacked by daemons and that the other man with him had saved his life. Sylva insisted that blood test were drawn to verify whether her son had been infected by the scourge even if there was no outward sign of it for the moment. Lance had, for his part, sat down beside his trembling son with a small whispered, '' Do you want me to hold you?'' Prompto's reply was too burry himself in his father's arm and start crying until he fell asleep.
His parents shared worried glances while watching over their sleeping treasure. Sylva asked about the other man, Prompto mentioned and received a simple answer, '' He is still in surgery, we don't know how long until its done.'' With those words, the nurse finished cleaning the emergency room they were in and left the family to their own device with a promise to return when results from the blood test came back.
It took over an hour before results from the blood test came back, a length of time that was bad news from the nursing experience of Sylva. Her growing worry about the health of her son jumped exponentially when she saw a doctor enter the room holding several sheets of paper. Prompto was still sleeping, his face slightly pinched in pain in his father's arms.
The doctor approached and introduced himself, ''Hello Mrs and Mr Argentum, I am Doctor Felix Ranbor. I apologize for the wait but the results from your son's blood test needed further investigation before we could talk with you. '' Sylva quickly cut in, '' Dr. I am a senior nurse at Insomnia's university hospital. Please tell us what is going on and allow me to see my son's blood test immediately.''
The doctor looked slightly shocked before he nodded his head and handed the papers over to Sylva, '' Then this should be quick. Your son should not be human.'' Lance's head jumped out in shock as he stared at the doctor. '' The level of plague in his blood is close to five time that found in late stage plague patients and yet as we can all see, he has no symptoms nor ill affect from its presence. In short, this young boy should be a daemon and yet still remains human.''
