She felt every drop of blood slide away from her as she turned a shade of ashy gray. The arm around her tightened as she all but slid to the floor. "He's OK." Woody repeated. "It's just a graze, he's in the university medical center. They just need to stitch him up and he'll be as good as new. Seems his dog chased down our Mr. McFarland." She smiled, relieved.
"I'm-I'm going to go see him. Knowing him he's crying like a baby over a little tiny scratch." She headed out and she felt the arm around her keep up. She caught Jordan mouth 'not involved my ass' behind them and she smiled to herself.
"You alright?" He asked her, and she nodded.
"Relieved Aaron's OK." He smiled at her, a comforting glance.
"you want me to drive you there?" She nodded.
"Thanks. That's his car, the Rolls, he gave it to me when I left, said he really didn't have a use for it in the city, he'd flip if I wrecked it, even if it was cause I was freaking out over him." She gave him her keys and he pulled the huge car out and drove it down to the hospital. She got out, and so did he, and his arm quickly returned to it's place around her.
She found her brother sitting on a bed, his arm in a sling. "Hey sis!" He said, seeing her, and he looked up at the man who was standing next to her. She could feel the ice between them, and she wrapped her arms around her brother, mindful of the sling. "You must be Garret." The gruff Brooklyn accent only added to the giant man's appearance of every bit the tough longshoreman he was.
The two men locked eyes for a long time, and she grinned. The human equivalent of them locking antlers. Eventually the one on the bed conceded. "You hurt my sister, I will kill you." He said and she smacked him on the arm.
"Fasfej. You will not." Her brother grinned. "I'm a big girl now, you might have scared off my boyfriends when I was sixteen, but that doesn't work now."
"Your ex fiances didn't seem to think I was such gentle giant." She rolled her eyes.
"Menj a fene." She told him, and whacked him again watching Garret shift somewhat nervously. "He's just trying to act all macho." She told him, staring pointedly at the man she was describing. "All bark and no bite."
"Speaking of which-" Her brother interrupted. "Where's Cesar?" She rolled her eyes as the doctor walked in.
"Mr. Fe-jes?" He read the chart.
"Fey-yesh." they both corrected at the same time out of force of habit. She saw both Garret and the doctor grin.
"Right, well, you're free to go, the stitches will have to be removed in ten days, and signs or numbness redness or warmth see a doctor immediately, and no heavy lifting. You can drive as soon as the stitches are taken out."
"Be glad I'm retired." He said, and got up, shaking the doctor's hand. "But what about my dog?" the doctor looked utterly confused and turned to the nurses station for advice.
"Paramedics said someone there took it to a shelter." A nurse told them and he grinned.
"Great, let's go. Poor thing's probably worried out of it's mind he hates the kennel." She rolled her eyes behind her brother's back and Garret grinned.
"Such a loving sister." She elbowed him in the side, not hard enough to dislodge his arm around her, but hard enough.
"Seggfej." Her brother turned. "I was talking about him, honest." She pointed to Garret.
"Hey, don't pick on me, I don't speak the language." She laughed.
"You don't want to learn from her. She can teach you to talk like a Hungarian sailor and that's about it."
She grinned. "Menj a picsaba."
"See?" Aaron said climbing into the passenger side of the Rolls. "You wouldn't happen to know where a shelter is do you?" She shook her head a Garret shrugged.
"There's one near Kenmore square." He pointed out and she grinned.
"A big dog person?" He shrugged.
"My daughter wanted one in the worst way." Aaron glared at him through the rearview mirror and she glared at Aaron as they reached a red light.
"You been married doc?"
"Aaron." Her tone was low and threatening.
"Divorced." Garret pointed out and she caught a faint smile on Garret's face as she again whacked her brother.
"Sorry about my brother. He's a real meshugeneh. You have to have put up with being related to him in order to like him."They pulled to a stop in front of the building Garret pointed out and her brother got out, followed by her.
They walked in and the woman at the desk sized them up. "May I help you?" She asked, and Aaron nodded.
"My dog, he was I think taken here. Big ol' merle Dane, answers to Cesar." The woman glared at him.
"The one that came in covered in blood." Aaron glared back.
"Yeah. Just got myself stabbed. Can I have my dog now?" The woman blanched on her faux pas and ran to the back before coming out with the dog. She laughed as she saw Garret's look when the dog came out. He'd obviously never seen a fully grown Great Dane before. The thing came up to her brother's waist and Aaron had a good three or four inches on Garret. "Be careful, Cesar doesn't like too many people." Her brother warned as Garret returned to the backseat of her car and Aaron let the dog in from the other door.
All three of them were surprised when the spotted dog looked across the seat to the other man, gave him a sniff, and collapsed with it's head in Garret's lap, glaring at the man until he started scratching it behind the ears. "Alright, well, you're not a schmendrik as my mother would say if even Cesar likes you." Aaron finally conceded. "But I still hold true that if my sister once comes crying to me, you will become a permanent fixture in the Boston ground." the light in Aaron's eyes betrayed his harsh words as she drove back to her place.
A/N: I'm doing them down here so I can provide definitions. Now, I don't speak a lick of Yiddish (aside from what I hear from TV and friends.), but I do speak very very laughable Hungarian, most of my Magyar vocab being insults. As for the Yiddish, they're spellings I stole from an online Yiddish slang dictionary.
Fasfej – Dickhead
Menj a fene -Go to hell
Seggfej – Asshole
Menj a picsaba -Kiss my ass
Meshuggeneh -Idiot, crazy person.
Schmendrik – a Jerk, but it's a little harsher than that.