"Ah. He hurt himself, playing professional make-believe."
"Logan!" Scolded Patton, and surprisingly Virgil, at the same time.
"Have some compassion!"
"Just fix the kid."
Guess who said what.
Logan sighed, "It's a scrap, Patton."
"He's still hurt!"
"He's whining about it."
Guess again.
"He only needs a band-aid -"
"Lo, it's a dislodged shoulder!"
"He's crying, a lot."
Guess one more time.
"The same thing, it's hardly anything serious. I can put the bone in the socket in one movement."
Logan opened the child's bedroom to find Roman crying on the bed.
"May I acquire your arm, Roman?"
"It hurts," sniffled the dishearted personality.
"I know but I need to see it if you want it to feel better."
Roman winced as he gave Logan his arm, Logan took a breath in and thrusts the kid's arm into his shoulder. Roman yelped in pain but stared amazed at his fixed appendage.
"You a wizard!"
"No, I simply-"
"You're a magic healer, Lo!"
Logan went to correct Roman but was thrown off as he collapsed to the floor. The young Creativity had tackled the trait in a hug.
"THANK YOU!"
"You are welcome, Roman."
"So, if you're a wizard, can you teach magic to me?"
"Well..."
That night, Pat and Virge watched a movie, smiling contently at the fascinated yells as Logan taught Roman about chemistry.
Based on the actual experience I faced as a child...
By me, I mean my sister dislodged her elbow, and I was in the doctor's office as the nurse popped it back in.
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Young Ones
FanfictionA regression Sanders Sides au for my sister because she's the one who convinced me to write fanfics.
