Dr. Glee

The Boys Are Back

Artie Abrams rolled into the elevator of a large building and pressed the number twelve. Next to it "The Harlem Emergency Care Center" was written in messy sharpie on a piece of tape and he gently pushed it against the metal behind it in an attempt to make it stick.

He nodded his head gently to the corny elevator music playing above him before a sharp ding sounded throughout the box and the doors slid open.

He was greeted by a handsome, Mohawk rocking man when he exited and he offered him a nod of his head. "Hey Puck. What's up?"

Puck offered him a small smile before returning to a conversation with some chick who was probably waiting for her husband inside. He truly had no shame.

After a couple of violent incidents occurring at the hospital, Artie decided that he had wanted someone standing at the door in case of any emergencies.

Puck was a veteran of the United States Army who was honorably discharged a couple of years ago because of a traumatic experience where he saved many lives.

Puck was diagnosed with PTSD almost as soon as he got home. Between his mental instability and his constant need to right wrongs because of his early dismissal from protecting his country, he was getting into trouble very often.

When these troubles resulted in physical injuries, he often found himself at the care center that Artie was running. Artie had decided he needed something to do with all that free time and offered him a job, which he instantly took.

Puck took his eyes off of the woman's curves for all of two seconds to open the door for his boss and offer him a quick pat on the back as he rolled into his second home.

He rolled past the front desk to find Blaine looking over some of the paperwork Mr. Shue was having them constantly fill out about quotas and such. He would've waved, but he heard his name being called from the children's section of the hospital.

He rolled through the floor and saw the bright blonde head of Sam Evans huddled over a small girl with bruises up and down her arm. Sam didn't even slightly move his head as he heard Artie slide in. "Hey, Man."

Artie's voice instantly went up an octave as he spoke to the little girl in front of him. "Hey sweetheart. What happened here?"

As she explained to him that she fell off the swing at the playground, he instantly knew why Sam had called him in. There were no guardians in sight.

Sadly this happened all too often, people didn't watch their kids nearly as much as they should in impoverished areas because of a constant work schedule or simple neglect.

"She says that she hasn't seen her mama since this morning." Sam muttered quietly as he began to put a cast around the injured arm. "Apparently she works at three different restaurants to make ends meet and couldn't find a sitter."

The child sniffled in front of them as tears slid down her face. "Mama told me not to go to the park and I did anyways! She's gonna be so upset if she sees how much money this is!"

Artie smiled softly at her and ran his hand through the small girl's hair as Sam spoke. "She won't give me the mothers information because she doesn't want to be in trouble."

"Oh honey," Artie purred as he looked up at the girl. "Right now your mama is so damn nervous that you're not okay! She's gonna be so happy when she sees your pretty face alright?"

The girl looked hesitant as she looked over at Sam, who gave her a reassuring nod. "Alright," she mumbled as she wrote some information down on a sheet Sam had given her to color on as Artie gave Sam a small fist-bump.