Team Artichokey-Pokey Post #7
Gah, I had major writer's block with this but here we goes:
There was the opening and closing of the car doors as the police officers climbed out of the car, the paramedics following them.
The green suited medics opened the back of the ambulance and pulled the stretcher out and rushed over to Kevin and Ben.
The brunet was trying to sit up as a police officer stalked over to Kevin.
“Mr Levin, what a surprise...hanging around after some sort of suspicious attack has happened...what did you do this time.” The middle aged man sounded tired and aggravated, he'd been on the job all day and now he'd been called over to what looked like a battleground and Kevin Levin was hanging around again.
“It wasn't Kevin's fault...there was this black alien thing,” a small voice croaked from the ground.
The officer looked down at the ragged looking boy,
“Were you with him?” he asked.
Ben looked up at Kevin, green eyes worried,
“Yeah,” Ben answered.
The officer frowned slightly and heaved a sigh,
“I'll take your word for it,” he grumbled before he turned and headed over to where the other police officers were grouped together, talking to nearby witnesses.
The paramedics brought the stretcher over and tried to get a protesting Ben on it.
“I'm fine...I don't need to go to the hospital,” he complained.
A hand was placed on one of the paramedic's shoulders,
“I can take him to the hospital, it's just a few cuts and bruises,” Kevin said, turning his eyes on Ben, his gaze concerned.
The medic's looked Kevin over doubtfully but they agreed and carried the stretcher back onto the ambulance.
Kevin held a hand out to Ben and pulled him to his feet, the brunet stumbled into Kevin's arms.
“I don't need to go to the hospital,” Ben mumbled into Kevin's chest.
The mutant sighed and ran a hand through Ben's hair gently,
“Fine, but you can't go home like that...your parents will kill me,” he said.
Ben looked back up at Kevin, a pout and light blush gracing his face,
“Well where am I going then? Back to yours?”
Ben raised an eyebrow, not expecting the answer he received.
“Yeah.”
Good luck again thextim
There was the opening and closing of the car doors as the police officers climbed out of the car, the paramedics following them.
The green suited medics opened the back of the ambulance and pulled the stretcher out and rushed over to Kevin and Ben.
The brunet was trying to sit up as a police officer stalked over to Kevin.
“Mr Levin, what a surprise...hanging around after some sort of suspicious attack has happened...what did you do this time.” The middle aged man sounded tired and aggravated, he'd been on the job all day and now he'd been called over to what looked like a battleground and Kevin Levin was hanging around again.
“It wasn't Kevin's fault...there was this black alien thing,” a small voice croaked from the ground.
The officer looked down at the ragged looking boy,
“Were you with him?” he asked.
Ben looked up at Kevin, green eyes worried,
“Yeah,” Ben answered.
The officer frowned slightly and heaved a sigh,
“I'll take your word for it,” he grumbled before he turned and headed over to where the other police officers were grouped together, talking to nearby witnesses.
The paramedics brought the stretcher over and tried to get a protesting Ben on it.
“I'm fine...I don't need to go to the hospital,” he complained.
A hand was placed on one of the paramedic's shoulders,
“I can take him to the hospital, it's just a few cuts and bruises,” Kevin said, turning his eyes on Ben, his gaze concerned.
The medic's looked Kevin over doubtfully but they agreed and carried the stretcher back onto the ambulance.
Kevin held a hand out to Ben and pulled him to his feet, the brunet stumbled into Kevin's arms.
“I don't need to go to the hospital,” Ben mumbled into Kevin's chest.
The mutant sighed and ran a hand through Ben's hair gently,
“Fine, but you can't go home like that...your parents will kill me,” he said.
Ben looked back up at Kevin, a pout and light blush gracing his face,
“Well where am I going then? Back to yours?”
Ben raised an eyebrow, not expecting the answer he received.
“Yeah.”
Good luck again thextim