Private Finished Break Me Open, Rebuild Me Better

Hold on, the lass said. Like he really had a choice. Fitz instinctively went for his coat pocket, reaching for the flask he usually kept. No dice. There was a reason he had bought the beers. Grumbling to himself, he lay there, whimpering slightly.
This is what good deeds get ye. The thought was a bitter one, instinctively springing to mind at the unfairness of his own predicament. But as Shay returned with a long plank of wood, he recanted the lingering complaint. She reminded him of his younger self. Not because of the way she acted, but that curious, penetrating look.

And it had been kindness like this that had given him the life that led him here.

With Shay's help, Fitz was up on his uninjured leg, using the board as a crutch under one arm and tentatively resting his other arm around Shay's shoulder. "Thanks lass. Guess Ah ended up being the jumper, aye?"
His humor was poorly timed and not that funny to begin with. But dammit, it was all he had at the end of the day. "So, where we 'eading now? 'ospital? Morgue?"

Fitz was silent for the walk to the hospital, letting Shay talk her head off. He enjoyed letting people talk. It told him a lot about them; gave him an in into their head.
Shay was a free spirit bundled up in responsibilities and expectations. A kid who, for one reason or another, wasn't really allowed to be a kid. She was also someone deeply concerned about mortality, wanting to leave her mark even if it was simple graffiti in a spot no one would likely ever see it.
She was... oddly self aware for a teenager.

The hospital was a breath of fresh air, despite the presence of the supernatural. It was as close to home as he had seen since he arrived on the island. Much the same reason he had chosen the construction site as his brooding spot. It was hard to adjust to, life among all these fantastic things, but small familiarities like this made it easier.
While he sat and waited, Fitz took a quick stock of himself. Other than his broken ankle, he had a small stab in his leg from the keys in his trouser pocket. Not a big deal. Clipping his chin had caused a couple of his front teeth to chip pretty badly, which was the bigger loss in his mind. The Man in the Green Hat needed a winning smile, after all.
But he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to where Shay had gone. Her hushed, serious conversation. The initial refusal of the clerk. Then Shay's motioning to something. Her chest? No, it had to be something... was it the pin she was wearing? Fitz had noticed it, a snake surrounded by roses. He didn't know what it meant, but the look of defeat on the clerk's face told him it meant the lass had clout.

As Shay helped him through the door marked No Entry, Fitz let his mind ponder the pin's meaning. Rich family? No. Money wasn't enough for that kind of response. Political power? Maybe. Organized crime? Also likely, and slightly terrifying.
A mob daughter being groomed for leadership made the most sense. It explained her demeanor, at least. When they got through the door, Fitz put a tentative hand on Shay's head and ruffled her hair.
"Thank ye lass. Yer a real life saver." After a moment of chewing over his thoughts, he added, "I owe ye."

Fitz puffed out his cheeks at Shay's insistence that they were even. But she was also right.
"Alright lass. Fine. Ye win. Ah'll still think o some way to pay ye back, but that's me own sense o honor."

He kept an eye on Shay as she coughed again. She was sick, and not in the way that was easy to fix. He let the doctor inspect him, wincing only slightly as the man touched his ankle to see the extent of the damage. Answered any questions the doctor had for him.
"It'll need to be set. And put in a cast... You're lucky you didn't fall on your head."

"Oh aye. Ah was thinking the same thing earlier. Small mercies, Ah suppose." Fitz laughed, an anxious half-chuckle. How much was this going to cost him? He couldn't really afford things like casts or pain medicine, after all.
"Don't worry about the costs, Mr. Power. It'll be taken care of." Dr. Mick hadn't even looked up from his charting as he spoke. It was mildly disconcerting, to say the least. And pushed his theory that Shay was some kind of mob child further into the realm of possibility.

Fitz nodded and flashed a grin, not betraying his nervousness in the slightest. "Lucky me." But internally, his only thought was, what have Ah gotten meself involved with?

He waited for the doctor to leave, likely going to get a nurse to put the cast on, and gave Shay an intent look. He tapped his hands on his knees, chewing over his thoughts. Until finally, he worked up the courage to ask the question he already knew the answer to.
"Wot are ye, lass?"

Fitz visibly relaxed as Shay explained her family situation to him. He hadn't expected her to be so up front about it, or so casual for that matter. He scratched his chin, looking for an answer for her.
"Well," he finally said, "Ah'm not really in a position to judge where me guardian angels come from, right?"

"Ah take it Ah'm no' in any danger o' being black bagged, else it would've already 'appened." He smiled and took his hat off to run a hand through his hair. He had been in worse situations than getting patched up by a mob child for an accidental injury.

Fitz tried, he really did, but he couldn't help but take a good peek at the nurse's chest as she put the cast over his leg. "Yer a blessing, love. Gentle as ye like and a 'eart as big as this 'ospital. Thank ye fer yer kindness and service. Ah know ye work 'ard." He accepted the medicine with a smile and a nod, as gentlemanly as anything and with no indication of his previous ogling.
"Ah, but wot's this?" Fitz leaned forward, reached behind the nurse's ear and pulling out what looked like a business card; a simple white affair with his name and phone number on it, along with a logo made to look like his hat. "Well ain't that something?" He then whispered something to the nurse that Shay couldn't quite hear. With a wink and a smile he slid the card into one of her pockets.

The nurse blinked a few times then shook her head with a small laugh before turning to leave. "Maybe I'll check in to see how your ankle is doing then. Have a good day. You as well, Miss Rosales." With that she left, looking slightly less bitchy than she had when she walked in.

Fitz looked through his medications, pretty standard fare, before settling his eyes on the yellow potion in his hand. "So, wot exactly am Ah supposed to do with this? And also, ye want one, lass? Ye look like ye might need one." Fitz gave his bottle of pain meds a little shake, quirking an eyebrow at Shay. He kept his voice low, in case there was anyone outside the door who might be listening.