Maybe the boy went to another hospital and he would get some answers there.
x - x - x
Rodney hung up and sighed. That had been the fifth hospital he had called, but nobody had seen a young man with black tousled hair and pointy ears. He looked at his watch. It was 6:30 a.m., one and a half hours past his shift had ended. He decided to stop his search and go home.
The doors of the ER slid open as he approached ant let in the cool morning air. Rodney shivered wrapped his arms around his torso to hold the cold off reaching his skin. It was a summer day, but at this early hour even summer days felt like deep winter. He made his way over to his silver Toyota, which he called "Daedalus" in private, only to discover that somebody had pierced his tires with a knife. Rodney cursed. Why again did he work in the worst neighborhood of the city? Frustrated he kicked the wheel rim and started his walk home.
After ten minutes of the approximately 45 minutes he had to walk to his flat, he heard a noise, like a whimper. He looked to his left, where he located the noise. There, on a decrepit halfpipe he saw somebody curled up in a ball, lying on his side. As he stepped closer he saw that it really was the boy, John.
He rushed over to the figure and gently touched John's shoulder. He jerked his head up and hazel eyes connected with icy blue ones. Rodney could see pain and fear in them.
John whispered something but Rodney couldn't hear a word he said. He leaned forward until his ear almost touched John's mouth.
"No hospital... please." John mumbled and passed out.
Rodney frowned at John's words. Why did this boy have such a reluctance to proper help? He remembered why he had piqued his interest in the first place and moved closer to take a look at John's right arm. Carefully he took his hand and started to lift the sleeve of the black leather jacket. On John's skin were traces of dried and fresh blood. As Rodney had pulled the sleeve halfway up John's forearm he saw the cause of the bleeding.
An open fracture exposed the bone to the cold air. Rodney gasped. This wound must have been older than a day and was already infected. He cursed a second time this day and flipped his phone open to dial. After two times ringing Ronon picked up the phone.
Ronon Dex was a male nurse working in one of the other hospitals in town but he rather looked like a foreign warrior. He was the most loyal person Rodney knew, so he was the right person to call in this situation.
"Dex." He almost barked.
"Hey Ronon, buddy, it's Rodney."
"What did you do this time?"
"What? I didn't do anything. I've got a favor to ask of you."
"Shoot."
"Could you borrow some implements needed to treat an open fracture and meet me at the old skater park near my hospital as soon as possible?"
"You're lucky I like you and don't have to work right now. I'll be there in 15." He hung up.
Rodney sighed relieved. He looked down at John at his feet. "What am I gonna do with you?" He asked concerned into the cool morning.