James is in luck, it's a slow day.

Once inside, Don led the sobbing 'girl' in his arms to the reception staffed by a bored looking male nurse. James barely noticed through the tears streaming down his face, those impossible orbs on his chest quaking with every wracking sob. Why him? It just wasn't fair!

James, unable to calm down after today's events, heard Don and the nurse exchange a few words, Don's arm still around him and hugging James tightly to his body, until suddenly, a pair of dainty, yet strong hands wrapped around James upper arms and wrenched him away.

Through the curtain of tears, James saw the concerned face of a female nurse, red hair forming a nice contrast to pale skin. She was bending down slightly to look at James, the reminder of his diminished height not helping matters much. Her lips were moving, but she had to repeat herself twice before James in his panic finally understood.

"Are you alright, miss? Can you tell me what you've taken?"

"Some kinda organic stuff, she said," Don answered before Jamie could. "Pills or something."

"Thank you, sir, but I asked her," the nurse replied sternly as she let go from James and positioned herself between the two, narrowing her eyes. "Could you tell me who you are? Are you in any way related to her?"

"I'm her--" Don began, but James interrupted him.

"N-no, he just d-drove me here," he choked out, wiping his eyes as he unconsciously took a step closer to the redhead nurse, almost hiding behind her.

"If you are not related to my patient, I will have to ask you to leave," the redhead stated firmly, staring down the much bigger Don.

"Jeez, alright! I'm just trying to help. Can I at least get a thank you kiss?," he replied, leaning sideways to look at James who retreated behind the nurse. "I pretty much saved your life, after all."

"Sir, I will _not_ condone sexual harassment of my patient!" The nurse shot back with steel in her voice. "Leave the premises, or I will call security."

"Alright, alright!" Don relented, throwing up his hands. "Damn, that's what I get for doing something nice. But I'm not staying where I'm not wanted."

With that, Don turned back to the doors and stormed out to his car, speeding away. The nurse turned back to James, face going from furious to soft in record time at the sight of the sniffling girl before her. With Don gone, James was beginning to calm down, especially with his pretty savior right before her.

"Damn what an a..." the nurse began before clearing her throat to interrupt herself. "Okay, miss, could you tell me your name? Also, do you have any more details on what you took?"

"Uh, Charlie, we also need to know if she has health insurance. This stuff costs money, you know?" The male nurse at the reception interjected.

James' mind, swirling with worries and emotions, came to a screeching halt. He _was_ insured under his mother's plan, but that was for James Miller, a young man. Not even his mother would believe him if he introduced himself with that name.