Blake took quick strides to the front desk, wanting to get the little boy in her arms healed up as fast as possible. But she felt her stomach drop when the front desk worker gave her a nasty glare.

"...This child needs medical attention..."

"Yeah? Well, good for him." Blake's eyes narrowed into mere slits.

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't help animals." Blake tightened her hold on Harry, who didn't like where this was going.

"You WILL help him." She hissed dangerously.

"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna help a member of the race that put the White Fang together."

"I may be a faunas, but he's NOT! You're going to help him, or so help me, I will slit your neck!"

"Hey, buddy, just let her in!" One of the other patients called out, disgust evident in his voice.

"Yeah, let the kid get help!"

"No way! Let the brat rot! He's associating with the enemy!"

"Will you get over it?!" A woman scolded. "I swear, you are being absolutely ridiculous right now!"

"I can't believe what I'm hearin' out of you! You're gonna let them in right now, or I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"What on Earth is going on in here?!" Everyone in the room turned to see the head doctor walking into the room. Immediately, the entire room burst into loud complaints over the desk worker's attitude.

The noise level was too much for Harry. He hated loud noises...The little boy began trembling and trying to make himself smaller in the faunas's grasp. Blake's ears drooped as she looked down at him. She held him closer, then whispered "Don't be afraid..." into his ear before taking a deep breath.

"BE QUIET!"

Instantly, all sound in the room died down. Everyone turned to Blake, and saw that Harry was trembling in her arms. "...I just learned he's afraid of loud noises."

Everyone in the room mumbled apologies, then returned to their seats. The head doctor turned to Blake.

"Thank you, ma'am. Now, please tell me what the trouble is." Blake turned to glare at the man working the front desk.

"This BIGOT won't let us in, and this child needs medical attention. But apparently, and I quote, "he should be left to rot for associating with the "enemy."" The head doctor's eyes narrowed, and he turned to the man, who was now looking quite nervous indeed.

"Mr. Lyon, what on Earth are you thinking?!"

"Well, I just-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses! It is our job to help everyone, no matter their physical appearance! You should be ashamed of yourself for suggesting this child be left to die! Now, you can think about what you've done as you pack up your things and leave!"

"Y-You're firing me?!"

"I am!"

"That's not fair-"

"You insulted someone in need, and tried to turn them away. We don't need people like you in this line of work. Get out." Grumbling under his breath, the man stormed off. The head doctor turned to Blake and adjusted his glasses.

"...I'm sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am." He said. "Even if most of humanity has seen the error of the way we treated the faunas, there are some who will just never learn..."

"It's all right." Blake replied with a small smile. "It's clear that he's the minority in it. Now...Please help the child-"

"H-Harry..." Blake blinked, then looked down at Harry.

"Is that your name?"

"Yes..."

"Well, please help Harry then. His uncle...his uncle did this to him..."

The head doctor was surprised. "Oh dear...A VERY severe case of child abuse... Don't worry. We'll take care of it right away. If you would just follow me..." Blake nodded, and followed closely behind the doctor, into the operating room. "Place him here, and we'll take an x-ray."

Harry was disappointed when the pretty cat-eared woman put him down. Her hugs were soft and comforting... And...what was the man going to do to him? Harry turned to give her a nervous look. She smiled and placed her hand over his.

"It'll be okay, Harry. The nice doctor just wants to get a better look at your injuries." Harry nodded, but his nervous look didn't fade. Blake knelt down, and wrapped her arms around his tiny, fragile body. "By the way...My name is Blake."

"H-Hi, Miss Blake..."

With a small smile, Blake broke the hug and took a seat in a nearby chair. The doctor began Harry's check-up.

30 minutes later...

The doctor's back was turned to Blake the whole time, so she didn't get a good look at his face during the check-up. But when he turned to face her, her heart sank at the horrified look he was giving her.

"By the gods, it's a very good thing you saved him when you did...If he had been in there for a moment longer..." Blake clenched her fists, gnashed her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, shaking with rage. What had that fat bastard done to the poor little thing? "But...even though I've managed to decipher the sources of all of his injuries...they're fading away surprisingly quickly." Blake looked up at the doctor.

"So...What now?"

"He'll have to stay in the hospital for a while. He's a fast healer, but you can never be too careful." Blake nodded, then approached Harry, who was confused as to what was going on. She knelt down and looked him in the eyes.

"Harry, I'm afraid you have to stay in the hospital until you get better."

Harry's eyes widened in fear. Was Blake going to leave him?! With a scared expression, he clutched at her arm tightly.

"P-Please don't leave me, Miss Blake...Y-You're the first one who was nice to me..." Blake felt her chest tighten at his words. She placed a hand over his head and gave it a gentle rub.

"Don't be scared. I'm not going to leave you here forever." His vice grip on her arm did not desist. Her ears flattened against her head. She couldn't give him up for adoption...That would cause more psychological harm to him... She knew what she had to do... "Harry...I'll make you a deal." Harry looked up at her. "As soon as you're well enough to get out of the hospital, I'm going to take you home with me." Harry was stunned.

"Y-You really want a freak in your house?" Blake let out a sad sigh.

"Harry, please...you're not a freak."

'Yes I am...' Harry thought sadly. The doctor cleared his throat.

"Let's move the boy to a proper hospital room, all right?" Blake nodded.

"Sure...Just...let me do something real quick, and I'll be right in the room with him." The doctor nodded, then picked Harry up.

"We'll be in room 209." Blake nodded. The doctor carried Harry away, and he looked back at Blake with an anxious look on his face.

Blake gave him a reassuring smile until he and the doctor were out of sight, then collapsed into a chair, feeling negative emotions stewing inside her. Sadness over Harry's emotional state. Anger over what the Dursleys had done to the poor little boy. Doubt over whether or not she could care for him.

Sighing, she pulled herself to her feet and made her way to the hospital's phone. If she was to prepare to bring Harry to her home, she would need a little help... Dialing the number, she stood as the phone rang.

'Hello?'

"Yang? I need you, Ruby and Weiss at the St. Peters Hospital."