Den des Chasseurs

Battle of Words

It was six days into his hospitalization that his family managed to see him. They walked into Franklin Hospital dressed in teenager clothes. Unlike the normal 'heathen' look of torn jeans and shirts, combat boots, dark makeup on Riley, and low cut tops, they went for a more... Schoolchildren type of look.

Riley wore a light purple sweater with blue skinny jeans. Small black flats adorned her feet, and she even wore gl

And wearing a harness with a small sign that said 'Therapy Dog at Work', was Jackson, Jace's huskey.

The once small pup had gotten rather large, but remained just as sweetasses with false lenses for the effect. Jace was wearing a red sweater but in a more maroon tone than his usual vibrant red. Evan went with a dark green sweater. Each wore decent blue jeans, and Riley carried a clipboard.

as the day that he had been found. They often did take him to hospitals around the country, so he technically was a therapy dog in France, just not in America.

Riley flounced up to the front desk with a cheerful smile on her face. The nurse couldn't help the large grin that appeared on her face at the sight of the three plus the huskey.

"Hello miss. My name is Rachel Forn, these are my friends, Jared Hame, and Edward Corsas. We're doing a research paper for the psychology class we are taking early before we attend University. We were wondering if we could visit some of the patients? Just to see how they react in the presence of an animal vs with a human." Riley smiled sweetly at the nurse, giving her eyes the innocent look she had perfected.

"Why of course! Aren't all of you so sweet to be doing this." The nurse gushed, writing them all temporary IDs.

"Thank you ma'am." Evan said, just as sweet, nodding his head to the woman politely. The nurse just about squealed at the manners.

"Have a nice day, miss." Jace gave a bright smile to woman who grinned even wider.

They walked quickly down the hall, entering the first room. They spent about five minutes in each room, until finally they reached Tony's. There was a big burly guard at the door, who stopped them.

"May I ask why you're stopping us?" Riley asked in a clipped tone. She was so close to seeing her brother, and if needed, she would kill this dude to get to him. Hell hath no fury like the Mischief Mongers when they were separated unwillingly.

"No one is allowed to enter for the protection of Mr. Stark's safety, and privacy." The man spoke in a monotone, proving many people had already attempted to see Tony.

Riley faked an offended face. "Excuse me sir, but we are just here collecting data for a research project of ours for possible extended study in the future. We'll only be a few minutes."

"Sorry, miss. You might take your data and exploit him with it for personal gain. You could also harm him physically in some way, so I'm afraid the rule applies to you and your friends as well." The guard gave a dead fake smile, and looked at Riley closely.

"I assure you that we wish no ill intent upon Mr. Stark, only to ask for his assistance on a study that may help many injured in the future. And you, sir, have the audacity to accuse me wanting to exploit him in some way? I don't give a rat's ass, please pardon my language, about who Mr. Stark is. He could be a world class terrorist for all I care, all I want to do is collect data, as you can clearly see we have been doing with every other patient in this ward, and you can even call other hospitals and medical treatment centers to find that we have been doing the same there. I have the list right here if you truly wish to contact them.

"Every patient we interview is classified, and they are recorded as numbers only, no names are ever taken, so I promise you nothing we have here can be used in some way against Mr. Stark. And physical harm? Seriously? Is there nothing but incompetence among a majority the population these days?