Consciousness came gradually to Danny. He was aware, even in the snowy landscape of his dreams, of the rumble of a deep voice, and the comforting warmth that it provided. The motion of being carried is what nudged him into wakefulness, content though he was to just lay in Wades arms and let himself be carried. He was still far enough from wakefulness that he couldn't manage to make out any words.

He let himself drift back into sleep, until he felt himself being settled onto a bed, reminding him of his mother tucking him in as the hands stayed on him for a moment, arranging his limbs into a comfortable position. Danny made sure to grab one when both hands made as if to retreat. He hummed contentedly when the other returned to brush through his hair. The hand he was holding tightened on his minutley right before someone else touched him, and his eyes snapped open.

He was met with bright, sterile white walls, and a room filled with torture equipment. The hand that had touched him belonged to a man in a bright white labcoat and suit, who was holding a needle in his opposite hand and staring wide eyed at Danny. A thin whine left Danny's throat as he attempted to scream, and then he reached for his core, suddenly unsure that he could actually feel it. A bright flash of light filled the room, and the GIW scientist dropped his needle as he stumbled away from the bed that Danny was on.

Burning pain spread through Danny, centered from his core, and he screamed again as he dropped his hold on it. As soon as the pain faded enough for him to move, he crawled as fast as he could to the warm pillar of comfort that had let go of him when he'd screamed. He grabbed onto the man as soon as he could, and practically climbed up him to cling to his shoulders. Arms wrapped around his waist to support him as he clung on.

Danny pushed back from him when he remembered that the man had been the one to put him here in the first place. The arms gently lowered him back to the bed as he froze in his confusion. The man was safety, pure and simple. There was no way that he would have brought Danny back to the scientists to be experimented on, not when he'd been the one to save Danny from them in the first place. The man was muttering, and Danny focused on the words that he was saying, rather than the comforting vibrations of his voice.

"... Shouldn't have brought him here." a pause. "It was your damn idea!" another pause. "Well, maybe if you'd stopped to think about it for a minute, you would have known that this was a terrible fucking plan. 'Bring the traumatized kid to a hospital room.' you said." his voice turned mocking for a moment. "'The kid needs proper medical attention' you said. Well, look how that fucking backfired!"

Now that Danny thought about it, he did remember Wade saying something about medical attention earlier, but he'd been so focused on getting food in his stomach that he'd barely even registered it. This time when Danny looked around the room, he recognized the heart monitor and other equipment for what it was, and not what his panicked mind had perceived it as. The needle that lay on the floor was filled with clear fluid, possibly a pain killer, rather than glowing green ectoplasm.

Danny waved his hand at Wade, attempting to get his attention now that he was calmed down. Wade's mouth snapped shut as soon as he caught the movement, and he was immediately focused on Danny with all of his body language. Danny smiled sheepishly at him, attempting to somehow communicate that he was okay now. Wade straightened up a little more.

"You're okay?" he said, quietly. Danny nodded. "I'm so so sorry. I should have known you might freak out, waking up in a strange hospital room. This isn't even a hospital, it's just a med bay. I should have woken you up before we got here. If I'd done that, then at least you would have known what was happening!" Danny shrugged. It was really nice to see just how much Wade wanted him to be comfortable.

Wade stared at him for a long moment, before nodding to himself. "Are you alright to let the doctor over there look under your bandages?" he asked. Danny tentatively nodded in response, eyeing the doctor, who now stood patiently off to the side, suspiciously.

As soon as Danny had nodded, the doctor grabbed another needle and approached the bed, slowly. "This is morphine, I'm going to give you a little bit to help with the pain, okay?" Danny gently grabbed Wade's hand to ground himself as the doctor spoke, nodding when he paused for Danny to respond.

The doctor gave him a fake looking smile as he gently grabbed Danny's arm. "It's just going to be a little pinch, I'm sure you'll barely feel it," Danny clenched his eye's shut and squeezed Wade's hand as the doctor pressed the needle into his arm.

"That's a pretty tight grip there, kid." Wade said, voice cheerful. Danny cracked his eyes open to look at him as the doctor pressed the plunger on the needle down, and Danny felt the cold rush through him, spreading out from where the needle was placed. The doctor pulled back and set the needle aside. "How you doing, kiddo?"

Danny shrugged in response, as best he could. He was doing his best not to think about ectoplasm being injected into his veins, honestly, but there was no way for him to express that to Wade. The doctor speaking interrupted his thoughts.

"I'm just going to take these bandages off and have a look at your chest, alright?" Danny squeezed Wade's hand even harder when the doctor leaned over him and started cutting through the bandages. The world was starting to feel a bit fuzzy around him, though, so he didn't move or even attempt to protest. Wade was here, so he would be safe.

The doctor breathed in a sharp gasp as soon as the bandages were properly off, and Danny tensed a little at the sudden noise, his eyes snapping back open to watch the doctor. The man turned and got a little dish, and a pile of cotton balls, as well as a pair of long tweezers.

"I'm just going to clean this up a little bit, so I can see how bad it is, okay?" he said, the words sounding a little bit like listening through cotton. "Are you still with me, young man?" Danny blinked slowly up at him in response, the world slow around him.

"Okay," the doctor said. "You just close your eyes and relax, you don't even have to think of anything." Danny nodded absently, but flinched when something cold and wet touched his chest. He watched warily as the man dabbed at the angry raised flesh of the vivisection scar with multiple cotton balls, discarding them when they discoloured. Danny relaxed again when nothing more happened, letting the odd disconnected feeling carry him away from the situation.

There were more words spoken, whether it was Wade or the doctor was unknown, but then there was something sharp brushing the edge of the wound, and Danny's eyes snapped open yet again. He practically crushed Wade's hand in his as he curled away from the scissors that had been touching his chest. The doctor pulled back with a concerned expression.

"I'm just going to take out these stitches so I can redo them, nothing more," the man soothed. "Is that okay?" Danny slumped back down on the bed, fully aware of his surroundings and body again. The doctor continued to look at him with a questioning expression, so Danny nodded.

The scissors touched his chest again, and Danny watched as the stitches were removed so gently that he barely even felt any more than the cool metal touching his chest. He suppressed a shiver each time they moved. The last of the stitches came out, and the doctor gently ran another wet cotton ball down his chest before starting on restitching him. Danny watched warily the entire time, squeezing Wades hand for comfort whenever one was felt more strongly, though he barely felt more than a slight poke each time.

It didn't take that long before the doctor was tying off the last thread and snipping it. Then he carefully cleaned it one last time, asked Danny to sit up, and then rewrapped his chest in bandages.

"Now let's take a look at your throat," he said, grabbing some tool off the wall where it hung, with a flashlight. "Say 'ah'." the man said absently. Danny opened his mouth, though he didn't even attempt to make a noise. Wade giggled quietly next to him before starting to mutter to himself again. The doctor hummed to himself as he looked down Danny's throat. "Your throat seems to have sustained damage common with overuse, but it should heal on its own. Just take it easy and rest it for a few days, and you should be back to talking however much you please. I'd also recommend IV fluids for dehydration, too, but we're not qualified to give those here, so just drink as much water as you can."

Danny smiled happily to himself as the doctor left the room. This wasn't permanent. He'd be able to talk again. Danny gripped Wades hand to his chest as he lay down and let himself drift. Now he just had to figure out how to get home from here.