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He'd fallen through the floor of an abandoned building during a raid. He was the only one to go through it and went down to the first floor from the second. Athos, Porthos and their newest team mate d'Artagnan had to finish taking care of the situation at hand before they were finally able to see Aramis.
The three rushed in heading for the desk, "Aramis d’Herblay?" Athos asked.
The nurse frowned at first. "You mean Rene d'Herblay?"
"Yes." he almost growled.
"There." she said pointing to a closed curtain.
The fall left Aramis with a number of small cuts and bruises. HE had cracked and well as broken ribs and a wrist.
"Thank you." d'artagnan told her, Porthos gave the woman a nod and Athos said nothing. Pulling the curtain back they all stopped.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"We're here for you." Porthos answered.
"No, I mean the tiger from the cereal box. No, thank you, Im not hungry." He started laughing, "Of course he ate his Wheaties like a good boy. How else would he get so big?"
Looking at Athos, Porthos mouthed 'What the fuck?'
"Aramis we'll be right back. Sit here and talk to d'Artagnan." Before the boy could protest they left him to go talk to the nurse.
"Hi, Charlie." Aramis greeted, "Your wings are looking lovely today."
At the desk both Porthos and Athos looked at the nurse in horror. Since they hadn't been there, they'd not be able to tell them that Aramis couldn't have morphine. He was going to have to ride it out in his current state.
"Hey 'Mis ready to go home?" Athos asked.
"They said we could leave?" d'Art asked.
"No, but if we wait to long and Aramis falls asleep here there will be hell to pay. We need to get him home before he goes to sleep. For the future whelp if they ever say they are going to give him morphine tell them anything but that."
"No problem." he replied.
By the time they made it to the car Aramis had begged them to let the tiger go with them.
"How is this going to last?" d'Artagnan asked.
"Either until he starts feeling pain again or he passes out. We're hoping he'll pass out." Athos frowned.
Aramis was still awake and talking to Tony the tiger.
"Why not put that in his file?"
"Because he's not allergic to it. If he was allergic to it that was one thing but he's not. So if push come to shove they can give it to him for pain. This is like being back in college." Porthos chuckled.
"You two smoked bake in college?" the youngest asked.
"No, we never did drugs on purpose. We were more of less victims of being drugged. Aramis purchased brownies from a bake said from one of the clubs trying to raise money and the moron passing them out gave him brownies with weed in them instead of regular ones. Aramis ate all of them and it was a decent mount of brownie for three dollars." Porthos explained.
"Last time he was talking to big bird." Athos added.