As soon as the doctor had that contraption away from Raa, Kendall grabbed the man by the back of his white coat and hauled him outside, Aban giving one look to Marcus and Raa before following. The nurses listened to what was being said without actively looking like they were eavesdropping as they cleared away the equipment, hearing muffled curses and threats in perfect English and an absolute tirade in fast flowing Arabic that almost completely drown out the language they actually understood. The women exchanged glances, glee in their eyes that the doctor was getting thoroughly reamed in two languages, and all but Yvonne left, glancing over their shoulders when they reached the hallway to see Aban and Kendall both red-faced, short little Aban with a finger poking harshly into the tall doctor's chest as he bent the man backward over a counter, spitting Arabic, Kendall standing behind his lover with his arms crossed and a look of sheer pride on his face.
Raa groaned when Yvonne touched his back, telling him and Marcus in a soft, kind voice that when Raa was ready, she would take him to the casting department, and Raa could go home. The thought of getting out of the emergency room was enough to make Raa move when all he really wanted to do was lay there and die. He sat up and climbed off the table slowly, moving like an old man as he curled protectively over his arm, and sat in the wheelchair, scrubbing his good hand over his face to rid himself of tears before he reached out and grabbed Marcus around the waist, pulling him onto his lap. He buried his face into his side, good arm tight over his back, bad arm propped awkwardly on his lap, and didn't move from that spot until he was safely outside the ER and Kendall was pulling the car around. He didn't acknowledge the kind smiling man who casted his arm, shrugging when he asked what color Raa wanted, and ignored Yvonne when she apologized for the doctor, put a Transformers sticker on his cast just above his crooked elbow, and wheeled him outside.
When Kendall pulled Aban's SUV around, Raa got in and put his head in Marcus' lap, closing his eyes, trying to find a comfortable position for his arm, the pure black cast that reached from the middle of his fingers to half way up his upper arm stiff and awkward and itchy, though the gut-wrenching ache that had permeated his being since he'd gone down during the game had faded to a minor annoyance as soon as the it was put on.
Aban turned in the passenger seat, leaning onto the center console so he could see Marcus, and smiled thankfully at him, large brown eyes tired. "I wish to thank you, Marcus," he whispered, one look at Raa's face telling him he had fallen asleep. "My honored nephew is full of luck to have you in his life."
"Seriously," Kendall muttered from the driver's seat, glancing at Marcus in the rear view. "You have no idea how much you've done for him, and we're both thankful that you were there for him tonight. Would have been a goddamn mess if you hadn't been keeping him calm."
"Wan see Sam," Raa muttered from Marcus' lap, not really awake as he frowned lightly. "Made 'er cry."
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,