Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

That's my boyfriend

Slash watched his right knee bounce up and down like a motor running. He got anxious every time a doctor came into the waiting room. 

When they got there, they carried Axl away to some room, eventually a nurse lady came and informed him stuff they had to do. They couldn't give him any pain medication because the shot they gave him had knocked him out.  

Slash was impatient for them to just tell him all the stuff they did to him, he didn't want them to leave anything out, but he got the impression they were, and it was probably just because it wasn't necessary to inform him, and he might not even understand all the medical language. 

They said that it was lucky he got him there in time because he was losing blood pretty quickly, so they could bandage it and clean the wound before it got infected. He didn't lose a fatal amount of blood, but it was a decent amount so that's why he kept getting dizzy. Part of it was also from shock, and it was pretty common for people to go into shock from such wounds. But his, fortunately, wasn't very severe. 

Slash wondered if that maybe was from him. He didn't want to be arrogant, but he was at least a little certain that if he hadn't shown up for him that he'd probably be in a worse condition than he was now. 

They told him they took an x-ray of his leg, and they were gonna continually check for infection, and in a while they should be able to put stitches in, depending on the results of the x-ray. 

So it was Slash's current understanding that he was unable to go back there, so they could do... Nothing. 

Ugh that just outright pissed him off. Axl was just sleeping back there, and he had to stay out here, waiting for them to come back and tell them how the x-ray went. It was fucking ridiculous.

Slash almost jumped out of his seat when the nurse he had been talking to came back into the waiting room. "How is he?" he asked with an embarrassing amount of worry in his voice. 

She gave him a sympathetic smile, "He's fine, he's still just sleeping right now. However, the uh, x-ray results came back, and there's nothing actually wrong with the bone, but there is a small dog tooth in the muscle tissue." 

Slash blinked unknowingly, "So... What does that mean?" 

She flipped some of the papers on her clipboard, "Well, we're going to have to extract it, which will require surgery." 

Slash clenched his teeth, "Er... He's not going to like that..." 

She looked at him calmly, "Do you know how it happened? We'd ask him for information but he's been out." 

Slash shook his head, "No I uh, I don't, I just brought him here." 

She nodded and softly smiled, "You seem to care a lot about him. Is he your... partner?" 

Slash blinked, slightly amused how she wouldn't want to be offensive using the term boyfriend. Slash could try and explain his relationship with Axl, but it could be pretty difficult, especially to somebody who'd never really been around either of them. Besides, this was much more fun. 

Slash smiled, "Um, yeah, he's my boyfriend." 

She nodded, "I figured. You can come back with him now, though."

Slash smiled, "Thanks."

Slash followed her down a hallway to a door that looked identical to literally all the others in the building. "Alright, he's in here, we'll come back again later, press the little button on the bed if he needs immediate assistance." Slash nodded and she walked off. 

Slash quietly opened the door and closed it as soundlessly as he could. He walked inside and found Axl, sleeping quietly on the slightly elevated bed, an IV in his wrist, and a lot of little bandages on his arms and his chest.