"What am I gonna do with you?" He asked concerned into the cool morning.
x - x - x
Ronon arrived 10 minutes later instead of 15. His black pickup truck sped down the narrow street and came to a halt with tires squealing. Rodney rolled his eyes. Even at 7:00 a.m. without anybody around to impress the caveman had to act like Vin Diesel on steroids.
Ronon opened the driver's door and left the car. After retrieving a bag from the trunk he made his way over to where McKay stood, the boy lying at his feet. He greeted Rodney with a short nod. "Who's that?" He drawled as he saw John, curled up under Rodney's jacket the man had generously spread over him despite his own goosebumps.
"All I know about him is his first name. John. He showed up at the ER last night but fled when I went to talk to him. And no, I didn't scare him away or anything." He added when he saw Ronon raising one eyebrow. "Called the other hospitals to see if he went there later, but he obviously didn't. I don't know what happened to him, I only know that his arm isn't supposed to look like that." He said and raised John's sleeve.
Ronon scooted closer and took a look at the wound, rather intrigued than disgusted. "Looks like he walked around with that for quite a while. Must have hurt like hell. You think that's why he has passed out?" He asked while wrapping John in an emergency blanket he got from his bag. Rodney touched John's forehead with the back of his hand. "That or the fever made him collapse. Anyway, we better get him out of the cold."
Ronon grunted in approval and lifted the limp body from the ground, one arm behind his shoulders and one in the hollows of his knees. He carried the boy over to his car and situated him in the passenger's seat. Then he sat down behind the wheel.
"Oh, no, does that mean I still have to walk all the way home?" Rodney said when he realized that there was no seat left for him. "What's wrong with your car?"
"Some punks had the brilliant idea to deflate my tires. Again."
Ronon snickered and McKay shot him a piercing glance. "Sounds like the sort of punk I have been in my younger years. Don't take it personally, they were just fooling around."
"Well, I will tell my feet to not take it personally when they start aching and will be plastered with blisters."
"Stop whining, the exercise will be good for you. You look like you gained weight since I last saw you." Before Rodney had the chance to come up with a snippy comment he shut the driver's door and drove away towards Rodney's flat.
"Son of a... You think you're funny? Haha. Not everybody on this planet was born with perfect abs and a metabolism like yours." He kept on muttering and cursing to himself the whole way home.