Henry gripped his armrests lightly as he worked his jaw, glancing between Ray and his passenger side window as they drove along a gravel road, the path winding ahead into dense woods. It was comfortably warm in the car, though it was a stark contrast to the winter wonderland outside. Snow blanketed every inch of ground, piling higher and higher as the snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. Fresh, white snow powdered the limbs of the tall trees all around them, and hid the shrubbery below. It was hard to see the road properly, the most recent plowing of the area having done little against the new round of snow. Ray had to straighten out the car more often than not because of the slick ice coating the ground, and Henry was a bit on edge.

"Why didn't we take the truck? It's got four wheel drive," he said after a moment, cutting through the lingering silence.

Ray groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Will you stop worrying, kid? What, are my driving skills not good enough for you?" He grumbled, jerking the car straight again.

Henry tensed further when Ray's sharp movement almost caused them to fall into a ditch, but relaxed slightly when they straightened out. "No, they're not," he huffed, gripping the armrests a little tighter.

Ray scoffed, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as he squinted through the windshield. "What're you talking about? My driving's the best you'll ever get."

"We literally almost just went into a ditch," Henry pointed out exasperatedly, looking away from the growing shadows outside to focus his attention on his boss.

"Almost," Ray said, emphasizing the word. "Almost is the key word here. We almost went into a ditch, but I got us back on track, besides, would you rather have Schwoz drive who can barely see in the dark?" He took one of his hands off of the steering wheel to gesture dramatically, and Henry flinched, biting down on his lip.

"Can you please keep both hands on the wheel? And, wait …, Schwoz can't see in the dark?" He asked in bemusement.

"Yeah." Ray shrugged, placing his hand back on the steering wheel as he scoffed. "But he drives anyway."

Henry furrowed his brows under his mask, bringing a hand up to swipe his hair back out of his face confusedly. "How long has he not been able to drive at night?" He asked, shifting in his seat a bit to try and shake off the nervous energy.

Ray shrugged. "A couple years," he said distractedly, speeding up a little to make it over a hill.

"Do you know how many times Schwoz has driven us places at night?" Henry said incredulously, ignoring how his stomach swooped at the sudden change in altitude.

Ray laughed, seeming unfazed by the way the car's tires spun out briefly. "Yeah," he said humorously. "It's pretty funny." They got to the top of the hill, the car starting to slide down.

"Whoa, what're you doing?" Henry stressed, holding onto his armrests with a white knuckled grip.

"Will you calm down?" Ray rolled his eyes. "I know what I'm doing, we'll be fine."

"You're literally not even pressing on the break!" Henry exclaimed, his heart beating quickly.

"C'mon, kid, don't worry," Ray chuckled, holding onto the wheel with relaxed fingers. "We're just gonna slide to the bottom like you'd do on a sled, we'll be…"

"Deer!" Henry shouted, pointing at said animal just as it leaped into the crystalized road, and Ray abruptly slammed his foot down on the break. There was no friction created from the wheels against the ice, and the car spun as Ray jerked the car away from the deer. The world rotated rapidly around Henry in a blur of colors, and his stomach twisted nauseatingly as his heart leapt into his throat, keeping him from making any sound. He was frozen in terror.

The car flipped on its side, which caused it to slide a few feet before rolling end over end down a steep hill. Henry's mouth was half a gape in shock., and Ray was shouting things he didn't understand. It only felt like an instant. The front of the car rammed into something hard, there was a horrible crunch, then everything went black.

INTRO

Henry slowly awoke to the feeling of hands grasping his shoulders, shaking him frantically. He cracked his eyes open, flinching at the glaring, orange light of the nearly set sun. A headache quickly grew behind his eyes, and he squinted up at the form above him, shivering on the cold, wet ground. "Ray?" He slurred, the movement of his mouth alerting him to something sticky on the side of his face, trailing from his hurting temple to the corner of his mouth. He licked his dry, cracked lips, and a metallic taste came back on his tongue.

"Oh, thank god," Ray breathed, squeezing Henry's shoulder. "Yeah, it's me, kid."

Henry furrowed his brow at the worry on his boss's face. "Wha-s wrong?" He asked. Something started to drip down his neck, and he attempted to lift his right hand to swipe it away, but a shockwave of pain halted him. "Ow," he gasped, gritting his teeth as he curled around his hurting appendage, at least the best he could laying on his back.

"Are you okay?" Ray panicked, hovering his hands over him like he wasn't sure what to do.

"Fine," Henry breathed after the pain ebbed a little. He slowly propped himself on his left elbow, his body screaming at him as he shakily held himself up. Ray instantly assisted in keeping him at least partly upright, and if Henry were more awake, and less in pain he might have tried to wave him off, but instead he opted to do what he had propped himself up for. He let his eyes drop to his arm, and his breaths instantly got lodged in his throat.

"Kid?" Ray said cautiously, eyes concerned as he watched him. Henry used Ray to hoist himself further upright, and promptly leaned to the side to vomit. His arm didn't even look like his arm, it was twisted in a way that was physically impossible, and it hung lifelessly at his side. His sleeve was only hanging on by a few threads, and there was a long, bloody gash down the length of his arm. Towards the top of the gash, where whatever ripped into him had to have started at, was a small amount of white showing behind the torn flesh, and he threw up again, his head and throat hurting. It wasn't just his arm though, the whole right side of his body was marred in some way, scratches and bruises everywhere, visible or not. His stomach lurched one last time, and it was only water and stomach acid that came up. He carefully leaned back against Ray once he was finished, squeezing his eyes shut against the sight of his vomit in the snow as he shivered weakly.

"What …, what happened," he gasped, trying to force back down the remaining nausea.

Ray grimaced, and rubbed Henry's good arm in an attempt of comfort. "We hit a tree." He hesitated. "Don't you remember?"

A brief flicker of a memory came to Henry's mind, an image of disorienting colors, and shattered glass, but nothing past that. He reached his left hand up to wipe at the liquid dripping slowly down his face, and had to swallow at the sight of blood coating his glove when he pulled it back. "I hit my head," he stated, his headache seeming to flare at the recollection. "But, but what happened to my arm?" He asked quietly, feeling like a scared little kid. He was seventeen, he should be taking it like a man instead of curling into his boss just because of a little …, little scratch, and a little bit broken arm.

"God." Ray brought a hand down his face, horror written behind his eyes. "The car was crushed on your side …, your arm got trapped," he responded vaguely, starting to shift to get up. "But that's not important right now, right now we need to focus on stopping the bleeding, I only got you out a few minutes ago, but it's not wanting to let up."

Henry glanced nervously over at the totaled car, half-imbedded in the tree. "Stop it with what?" He wondered as he let Ray lift him to his feet, grimacing the whole way. His head swam when he was fully standing, and he leaned heavily against Ray as he squeezed his eyes shut, his face draining of color.

"Whoa, easy, kid." Ray steadied him with an arm around his chest. "We'll figure something out, there has to be something salvageable in there," he reassured, but Henry was still skeptical.

"I dunno, man," he sighed, eyeing their car warily. "It's pretty crushed."

"Don't worry, I'll find something," Ray said confidently, guiding him towards a tree near the wreckage.

"You said that last time," Henry grumbled, wincing when his arm was jostled.

"Said what?" Ray asked, furrowing his brows.

Henry fell silent momentarily, sudden images of the crash hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Um, you told me not to worry …, when we were sliding down the hill," he reminded quietly as Ray carefully sat him down at the base of the tree.

The man fell silent as he crouched in front of him, briefly rubbing the side of his face in thought. "That's different," he eventually said, regret in his eyes. "I'm gonna fix this." He stood, and that's when Henry realized that Ray blamed himself for what happened, and he felt guilt start to gnaw at his insides.

"I didn't mean it like that," he tried to fix his mistake, but Ray just waved him off, heading for the car.

SCENE BREAK

Later, after several minutes of Ray rummaging through their beat up car, he and Henry sat side by side under the now darkened sky. A Man Lantern laid between them in the snow, and Henry watched their shadows against the black, white speckled canvas before them as he pressed a rag to his arm, trying to stem the bleeding. Ray was rifling through the med kit he'd found beside him, the white box resting on his thighs. He was trying to find a local anesthetic, but Henry had a feeling he wasn't gonna find one. He shifted slightly, and he shivered at the feeling of his damp suit rubbing against his skin, and at the way the temperature steadily dropped. His joints were stiff, and he felt like if he were to stand his legs would break into a million pieces.

Ray muttered a curse under his breath, and Henry lethargically shifted his gaze to look at him, leaning his now blood free head against the tree behind them. "Wha …, what?" He asked quietly,his breath misting in the frigid air.

Ray sighed, smoothing back his hair with a slightly trembling hand. "I can't find it," he admitted, and Henry closed his eyes, pressing his blue tinted lips into a thin line.

"Let's just get it over with," he said, forcing himself to open his eyes. He was so tired, but he had to stay awake.

"I'm sorry, kid," Ray whispered, and Henry shook his head slowly.

"It's okay," he said, watching as Ray first pulled out alcohol wipes, then a pair of scissors, and finally a suture kit. A ball of fear grew in his throat at the sight of the needles, but he swallowed thickly against it, knowing that it had to be done.

"You ready for this?" Ray asked as he pulled off his gloves, setting them aside before pulling out the scissors. Henry nodded silently, and he had to remind himself that it wasn't the bad part yet as Ray cut away his sleeve, revealing his mangled arm underneath. "Don't look," Ray ordered softly, and Henry glanced at him before complying, turning his head away. "I'll tell you before I do anything," Ray said after a beat, and Henry nodded jerkily.

"O-okay." He licked his chapped lips, his tongue warm compared to the rest of his body.

"Okay …, I'm gonna disinfect your arm now," Ray warned, and he closed his stinging eyes against the burning sensation in his arm after Ray made him remove the rag, and began running the swab in and around his wound. The process was quick and simple, though Henry found it hard to keep the tears from his eyes. "You okay?" Ray asked when he pulled away, and Henry swallowed with yet another nod.

"Yeah …, m-good." He inhaled deeply, the cold air burning his lungs. He knew what was coming next, and his shaking intensified, his back aching from the force of it.

"Henry, you gotta calm down." Ray settled a steady hand on his shoulder, and his face twisted.

"I-I'm sorry," Henry choked, curling his knees to his chest.

"Don't apologize …, here, squeeze this." Ray handed him his gloves, and Henry took them with his left hand, shooting the man a look which Ray rolled his eyes at. "It's just something to distract you," he huffed.

"I'm not the type of person to squeal in your presence, so I don't see how your gloves are gonna do anything," Henry joked tiredly, a small smirk forming on his lips.

Ray scoffed as he took out the needle and stitches, glaring halfheartedly over at him. "Will you just work with me? Besides, how could I believe that when you used to follow me around like a puppy when we first met?" He grinned smugly, and Henry snorted.

"Whatever, man," he said flippantly, which got a triumphant laugh out of his boss.

"Alright." Ray sobered, and Henry followed suit, his nerves coming back to him, but not as strongly as before. "I'm gonna start putting the stitches in now …, you ready?" Ray asked nervously, the light from the Man Lantern outlining the worry lines in his face.

Henry looked away, closing his eyes as he squeezed the gloves in his hand. "Do it," he gritted out, and Ray nodded, carefully sinking the tip of the needle into the edge of his wound after he was situated. The needle felt like it was scalding hot, and freezing cold at the same time, and pushing it through the other side was worse. He hissed, and forced himself to sit still as he tightened his grip on the gloves.

"I know, I know …, I'm sorry," Ray apologized, but didn't pause in what he was doing.

It was an agonizing few minutes of, stab, stitch, stab, pull, stab, stitch, stab, pull, stab, stitch, stab, pull, and so on and so forth. When it was over he was left with almost thirty stitches along his arm, and he doesn't know when, but sometime during the process he had started to cry, hot tears still racing down his wind bitten cheeks. Ray ended it by cutting off the remaining strings, and dumping everything back into the med kit haphazardly, snapping it shut just as soon as everything was in. "I'm done …, I'm done," he muttered, but Henry didn't reply, trying futilely to reel in his emotions. "Kid?" Ray called, a slightly panicked undertone in his shaken voice. "Are you still with me?"

Henry forced down the whimper growing in his throat, and contained himself just enough to look and nod at the man, feeling self conscious by the way he probably looked. He sucked in a slow breath, and braced himself mentally for their next task. "We're not done," he mumbled, both sweating and freezing at the same time.

Ray looked conflicted, eyeing him uncertainly. "Kid …, I think we should breathe for a moment." He settled a hand on Henry's knee, squeezing lightly.

Henry shook his head, staring as unwaveringly as he could at Ray despite the wetness within his eyes. "We shh-should just get it over with …, we'll just have to do it later," he tried to persuade.

"Henry, you're shivering and crying," Ray stated, and Henry tried not to let the words bother him as the man continued. "You should get into dry clothes, and probably drink some water or something, just chill for a moment."

"We can't just sit here all night," Henry countered. "We need to find our cabin, and service so we can contact the Man Cave, the longer we sit here, the more chances we have of running into other problems."

"And if we go out into the woods without any light or idea of where we're going, then there's even more chances of something bad happening," Ray huffed. "We should just stay here."

"And freeze to death?" Henry challenged. "You said it yourself, I'm shivering, and that's because it's cold. People can die out in weather like this if they don't have the right equipment, and we don't have anything to keep warm. We came up here to retrieve a weapon, we did not come prepared to sit in the snow, and you're telling me we should just stay here with no means of protection? No, we need to get moving, but my arm needs to be s-set before we go or it could mend wrong." His voice cracked, and he looked away briefly to try and compose himself. "And I agree that I should get into dry clothes, and drink some water, but we need to do this first."

It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the whistling wind, and Henry's heavy breathing before Ray finally spoke. "Okay," the man deflated, his shoulders sagging. He was the image of defeat, and Henry felt a little bad for the way he was speaking to him.

"Okay," he echoed, looking down at his bare, stitched up arm.

"Are you ready then?" Ray asked, hovering his hands over the odd bulge in Henry's arm.

Henry sighed wearily, taking a moment before nodding, readjusting Ray's gloves in his hand. "Do it," he prompted, and Ray closed his eyes briefly.

"Alright," he mumbled, and Henry barely registered Ray counting down before his mind whited out into agonized static.

"Ah," was all he could manage from the grinding of his bones being forced back together, the gloves falling into the snow from his slackened fingers. A pain like no other lanced up his arm and into his very core, and he wasn't sure if he was going to pass out or puke. He ended up doing neither, but it left him panting and boneless against his boss, eyes screwed shut.

"Kid?" Ray grasped his shoulders, pushing him back slightly. "Talk to me, kid. Are you okay?" He asked frantically, and Henry forced his eyes open,swallowing down his pain as he blinked rapidly against the tears, and the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.

"I-I think I'll take that water now," he quipped stiffly, flashing a shaky smile despite the crackling embers lighting up the length of his arm.

"Great, you're not dead," Ray huffed, letting go of him so he could lean back against the tree.

"I'm okay," Henry quoted dryly, smirking as he forced his heart to slow from its erratic beating.

"Hey, don't think just 'cause you're hurt means you can steal my sayings," Ray scolded as he picked up one of the two water bottles by his side, dropping it on Henry's lap.

"Whatever, dude." Henry rolled his eyes, taking a moment to try and unscrew the bottle's lid with his left hand instead of his right.

"Do you need help?" Ray asked humorously, and Henry shot him a glare.

"No," he replied sharply, and got the bottle open after a second of frustrated muttering, taking a triumphant drink.

Ray snorted, and took a swig of his own water before gathering the few items they had into a bag he'd found in the car. "You should get into different clothes, you don't want to turn into a danger-pop," he advised after Henry handed him his water to put in the bag.

"K," Henry agreed with a snort, and pulled out his gum tube from his utility belt, the action a little slower than usual because of his numb, and trembling hands. He popped a gumball in his mouth, and blew a bubble, the green glow fading away to reveal Henry Hart, clad in a not quite effective, but somewhat warm outfit against the weather, but definitely drier than his uniform.

"Better?" Ray asked once the glow subsided, and Henry nodded with a shiver as he used the tree to hoist himself to standing, be it unsteadily.

"Let's go," he said, and Ray begrudgingly got to his feet with the bag, picking up the Man Lantern on his way.

"Are you sure about this?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes," Henry groaned, partly because of his throbbing arm. "You should get into dry clothes too," he changed the subject. "Your uniform's wet."

"Huh?" Ray looked down, and sure enough, his pants and sleeves were soaked from sitting in the snow. "How did I not notice that?" He muttered to himself, juggling the items around in his hands to pull out his own gum tube.

"Don't know," Henry responded as Ray blew a bubble, transforming out of his Captain Man attire.

"There," Ray finalized with a smirk, and turned to look at him, raising his eyebrow. "Well, are you coming?" He asked, and Henry scoffed, pushing away from the tree as he began following his boss through the ankle deep snow, trying not to stumble as the snow already began to seep into his jeans.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

A howl sounded in the distance, and Henry flinched weakly. The slight jerk sent him off balance, and he dug his fingers into Ray's arm as he stumbled. "Whoa!" Ray said in alarm, tightening his grip around him. The Man Lantern distorted their shadows as it was jostled on the man's arm, stretching and shortening them as it rocked back and forth. Henry tried to get his feet under him, but it felt like he didn't have any legs to stand on. His whole body was numb, and his hands were having a hard time keeping a hold of Ray. His shivers were starting to die, and a small part of him knew that wasn't good, but the vague thought left as soon as it came. He couldn't focus on anything despite the fact of how tired he was, and that he wanted desperately to sleep, but another part of him knew he couldn't, that he had to keep going.

"M-okay," he breathed, his eyes nearly closed as he leaned heavily against Ray. His right arm felt like it was about ready to fall off because of how bad it hurt, but he couldn't find the energy to react to it.

"You're okay?" The man said incredulously, his voice slightly trembling from the shivers racking his body.

"Yeah," Henry slurred after he processed Ray's words, his eyes falling shut. The nearly pitch black world tilted, and he leaned his aching head on his boss's shoulder.

"Hey!" Ray patted his cheek, but he could barely feel it. "Stay awake, it's not sleepy time yet," he said, tapping more insistently at his face.

"Just …, just-just need a moment," Henry mumbled, his head starting to droop forward.

"No!" Ray shouted, his voice trailing the wind as he shook him. "You can't sleep, stay awake. C'mon, kid, stay with me," he pleaded, starting to drag them forward through the deepening snow.

"mmm," Henry hummed, Ray's voice becoming distant.

"Henry, don't do this to me!" The man grunted as he practically carried him. "I told you this was a bad idea! I told you! We should've just stayed with the car," he rambled, but Henry didn't respond, going fully limp against him.

SCENE BREAK

Awareness slowly crept back up on Henry, feeling as though he was emerging inch by inch out of a deep body of water, his senses tuning on along with it. A steady beeping sounded from somewhere to his right, and the dull pounding in his head paired with its beats. He scrunched his face up at the slight discomfort, and something shifted on his face at the small movement. A steady flow of warm air blew through his nose, and his fingers twitched at his side, wanting to take whatever it was off, but his arms felt heavy. A warm pressure laid across him, starting from just under his chin, and he was tempted to fall back into the blackness of sleep with the warmth surrounding him, but a hand lightly squeezing his own stopped him.

"Kid?" Ray's voice called softly, and his fingers twitched again, weakly curling around his boss's hand.

"Ra …, Ray?" He mumbled, his voice broken. He was growing more conscious of things as time passed, and his right arm started to ache, though not as bad as before. He also felt vaguely queasy, and he slowed his breathing the best he could to try and accommodate it.

"Henry? You with me?" Ray asked hopefully, and Henry forced his eyes open, blinking heavily at the man as he fought to keep them open.

"Hmm," he hummed, taking in the white walls and machinery all around him in the hospital room. He noticed the thick blanket over him, and the wires and tubes that disappeared under it, and he looked at Ray in tired confusion. "What happened?" He asked quietly, and Ray squeezed his hand lightly under the blanket, careful of the IV.

"You passed out on me," he griped, but there wasn't really any heat behind his words. He rubbed his face, and it looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Oh." Henry trailed off, guilt and something else twisting in his stomach. "M-sorry," he apologized thickly, his eyes falling shut as his eyebrows creased.

"You should be,you had me terrified," Ray chastised, squeezing his fingers a little more tightly. "Kid, you got hypothermia, not just a little either. And on top of that, your wound got infected. Luckily I was able to find service, but if I hadn't you would've died," he stressed, and Henry swallowed against the lump growing in his throat.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes burning. He swallowed again, and his stomach churned in protest. The heart monitor started beeping quicker, and Ray glanced from him to the machine.

"Kid? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, and Henry opened his eyes to look at him, the room spinning.

"I don't feel so good," he breathed, saliva pooling in his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Ray asked, standing from the plastic chair he was sitting in. "Do I need to get a nurse?" He fretted, and Henry's face twisted as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"What do you need a nurse for? What's going on?" A woman in blue scrubs asked as she walked in the door, holding a clipboard.

"Kid says he doesn't feel good," Ray explained. "I don't know what's wrong."

It only seemed to take the nurse a second to figure out what was wrong, and she hurried to a cabinet to pull out a blue bag. "Sit him up," she instructed Ray as she closed the small door.

"Uh, okay?" Ray said in confusion, but did what she asked, snaking an arm behind and over Henry's chest before carefully lifting him up.

The motion of being pulled up made Henry's insides curl into a tight ball, and he wrapped his un-casted arm around his stomach as vile crawled up the back of his throat. "Ray," he choked before he gagged, and luckily the nurse was there in time, holding the plastic bag under his chin as he threw up.

"Oh." Ray cringed in realization, rubbing Henry's back as he shook and heaved. The man looked up to the nurse questioningly, and she sighed.

"This happens sometimes," she said softly. "It's normal. Typically it's from the antibiotics, but it could also be his body reacting to the infection," she explained, and Ray nodded, though his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

"But I thought you said the infection was almost gone?" He asked as Henry coughed into the bag, his eyes tightly squeezed shut.

"Infections affect people differently, and with his immune system weakened, the effects are going to be a little more severe," the nurse replied as she twisted the bag closed. "Do you still feel nauseous?" She directed towards Henry, and he gave a halfhearted shrug as Ray lowered him back down to the bed. She smiled in understanding, and dropped the bag into a waste bin before washing her hands at the sink. She came back over to the bed after drying her hands, and adjusted the blanket and nasal cannula on him. She then coaxed him to drink a little water from the bottle on his bedside table, and put it back when he was done. "Call me if you need anything," she said as she set a call button by his hand. "I'll be back a little later."

"Okay." Henry nodded, exhaustion written plainly across his face, and she returned the gesture before turning back to Ray.

"The emesis bags are on the right side of the cabinet if you need them again," she informed, and Ray nodded.

"Thanks, doc," he said, and she smiled warmly.

"You're welcome," she said before quietly leaving.

"She's hot," Ray commented after the nurse's footsteps faded away, and Henry just let out a breath, a small grimace on his face. The man chuckled at the expression, and the room fell into silence once more, the only sounds being the gentle whoosh of the nasal cannula, and the beeping of the heart monitor. Ray looked down at his lap, and fidgeted for a moment before speaking. "Y'know, I don't blame you for what happened," he admitted awkwardly.

Henry looked up at him questioningly, his eyes half open. "Yeah?" He asked, and Ray nodded.

"I didn't mean what I said a minute ago, you shouldn't have to feel sorry for what happened," he said. "You just scared me, but it's not your fault …, it's mine." He hung his head, and Henry stared at him for a second before reaching out for his boss's hand.

"Ray, it's not your fault either," he pointed out, and Ray was shaking his head before he had even finished.

"How could you say that when you're all like this?" He gestured to the whole of Henry, piled under heating blankets and tubes and wires. "I did this. If I would've just taken the truck you wouldn't be here, or if I had driven more carefully, or if I hadn't left the dang weapon at the cabin in the first place you wouldn't even be in this situation."

"Okay, for one thing," Henry cut over him. "The weapon was both on us, neither of us remembered it, and we were chasing a villain. Two, the truck wouldn't have even worked against that ice." Ray opened his mouth to retort, but Henry continued before he could say anything. "And three, yeah, maybe you could've gone a little slower, and paid more attention, but neither of us could've known that deer was going to jump out. What happened happened, and it wasn't either of our faults," he finished with an intense look at the man, and there was a brief stretch of silence where they just looked at each other.

Ray was the one to break eye contact, but returned after an awkward glance around the room. "So, are you saying …, blame the deer?" He asked, and Henry laughed, a smile breaking across his face.

"Blame the deer," he agreed, and they shared a grin, shaking hands playfully.

END CREDITS

A/N: Hey, guys! Woo, this took a while, but I hope it turned out the way I wanted it to.

I am not a doctor, so I apologize if I got some things wrong medical wise.

Feel free to give me suggestions for stories, though I will tell you that I can't guarantee that I will do every single prompt I get, but I don't want that to stop you from suggesting things. Just PM me if you think of something :-)

Also …, I have a knack for using vomit as a plot tool if you hadn't noticed, heh.

Hope you enjoyed!