Pit felt dead waiting on that hospital. It was long since the three arrived at the hospital; hours in fact, and Pit was growing impatient. His eyes stared blankly forwards and his body twitched under Magnus's arm. The air-conditioning was cold but Pit was not shaking because of it.
His body boiled in anger at that cop.
He cried enough earlier, there were no tears left to pour out. He gripped the jacket Magnus gave him in place and gritted teeth. He did not planned to leave the building until the new update of Dark's state. He could even live in there if he had to.
"That son of a bitch will pay..."
Magnus sighed. He was getting tired of Pit's childish behavior.
"Pit, Dark made an odd move and it startled him. He got worried Dark might hurt you on that spot."
"He didn't hurt me once I walked up to him, Magnus! He's not as dangerous as you think!"
The two broke up their argument and kept silent. Pit was already tapping his foot and breathed heavily while Magnus just stared around, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Half an hour later Pit seemed a little calm, Magnus pulled him closer to help warm him up.
"Pit, he is going to be okay..."
"Yeah he will. Okay my ass. Do you have ANY idea how much it pains me?! He is DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM-"
Footsteps echoed in the hallway stopping Pit's screams. The doctor was walking towards them and the two stood up. Pit hurriedly walked towards him, no longer being patient enough. He held the doc's arms and slightly shook him desperately looking for answers.
"How is he?! Is he okay?!"
"Please, relax. He is fine. He lost a lot of blood but we managed to take care of the wounds. There we no bullets, might have come cleaned off."
Magnus stood next to Pit and held him off the doc. He was concerned for him, too.
"Can we see him?"
"Yes, but only for a while. He needs some rest."
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