Now that the officer was gone, Veli moved to the foreman.

"Excuse me..." He said politely, though everything in him was screaming to grab the man and shake him until he told him where Noah was.

"Hm?" the foreman asked, looking to Veli. His eyes were uneasy, worried. Poor guy.

"Hi. I'm a friend of Noah's. I tried calling him but he didn't answer." Note to self: Try calling before lying. "Has something happened?"

The foreman blinked.

"Uh...yeah, yeah he...accident on the job. They took him to the hospital."

His nose twitched. Veli was honestly torn between wanting to scream and run, and wanting to find someone and rip them.

"Which one." There was a oddly flat tone to his voice, nose still twitching. Oh noes, Veli was feeling the strange things inside of himself again!

"I have no idea," the foreman said, wringing his hand together, "They went that way." He took a moment to point down the street, and then his hands returned to their previous position.

"Thank you." Veli sounded distracted and turned, going in the direction indicated.

All right... It couldn't be that hard to find a hospital in this direction. He went to the first one he could think of as fast as he could.

Oh, god. Hospital. Hospital, full of doctors and surgeries and knives and-

Noah. Just think of Noah. He was more important than any silly little fears.

Veli walked up to the little desk thing, leaning against it, his face pale. "Hi...." He said, not even trying to be his normal, charming self. "Friend of mine got hurt, but I don't know which hospital he got brought to. His name's Noah James, is there any way you can look up and see if he got brought in?"

"Of course," the woman said, beginning to flip a few pages back in her large in-patient book.

"Yes, he was brought in about a half hour ago. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes, please." That meant he wasn't dead, right? That meant his Noah was fine. Hurt, but fine.

... His. His Noah. He'd be scared at that alone if he wasn't already terrified that Noah was hurt.

The woman said something over the loudspeaker and a smiling nurse arrived.

"I'm afraid it's not quite the best time, but I can still take you to him if you'd like," she nodded.

"Please." Veli said again, looking worried. Oh God, please let him be okay...

"Do you know what happened? The foreman said something about an accident, but I didn't stick around for details."

"Far as we could gather, a piece of sheet metal broke from a tether," the nurse explained, "It must've hit him on the way down."

Veli made a little noise, gnawing at his lower lip. Oh God, his poor Noah!

"Thanks for telling me." Oh God, what if his brain was hurt? What if he didn't wake up? Oh, Noah-!

Except when they got to the room, there was Noah, grimacing and sitting up as a woman in a long white coat stitched a gash in his forehead back together. His face was terribly bruised, but he didn't seem any worse for the wear.

"He was only unconscious for ten minutes."

Noah waved.

Veli tried very hard to control the look of horror that came across his face being in the same room as a doctor. Oh God, Oh God-!

"Hey, Noah." He said, voice unsteady, choosing to focus on him instead with a little return wave.

The doctor paid Veli absolutely no mind. He finished the stitches, tied and cut the string, disinfected the wound again, and left the room.

"Looks worse than it feels," Noah said, managing a small smile, "At last 'til the Novocaine wears off."

Thank God, the horrible white coated abomination left! Veli moved to his bedside, looking up at the injury with large eyes.

"Oh, Noah..." What to say? He didn't have a lot of history with dealing with injured people, after all.

"I'm... I'm so glad you're all right."

Weak.

Noah chuckled and shifted, letting his head fall back onto the stiff pillow.

"Thanks."

Veli stood, going to the door and closing it. He looked very worried for some reason.

He returned to the bed, smoothing out the blankets. He sat beside him, wrapping one arm over his chest gently. Veli kissed his chest a few times, resting his cheek against him.

"I knew something was wrong. I could feel it."

Noah arched a brow, but didn't look down. His neck hurt.

"Whaddya mean? Just a feeling or some kinda psychic mumbo-jumbo?"

"A feeling, for now. I didn't feel it happen, which would be more the mumbo-jumbo..."

Veli moved up, gently stroking his cheek and leaning in to give his forehead a hardly felt kiss.

"But you're fine. You're not going to leave me."

Noah gave a little groan. Even that hurt.

"Naw, not 'til you get tired of me. Can't go to work for a month or so, though. Speaking of, mind the broken ankle."

"I'll take care of you." Veli promised quickly. "I'll do anything you need."

"Alright," Noah said, giving a little hiss of pain as he wrapped an arm around Veli.

"Then I want you to move in for a month or two. I think you'd make an amazing nurse." He snorted.

"Of course." Veli nodded. "I'll take care of you and the fish and clean and cook and anything you need. I'll take care of you."