More Leo and Will, because they’re awesome
The teenager stood by the main entrance of the hospital, his glare ensuring that no one got too close. He leaned back against the wall and took out his phone from the pocket in his black hoodie. He fumbled with the on button, locking and unlocking the screen, watching the minutes go by as he waited for it to ring.
“Took you long enough,” he snapped a greeting into his phone, his glare intensifying as he heard his friend bark out a laugh on the other end of the line.
“Hello to you too, loser. I’m almost there, you can stop glaring the poor nurses to death,” Will snickered.
Leo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, since there was no one around to see anyway.
“I’m outside, dumbass. No nurses here. Hurry up, it’s like fifty degrees out here, I’m freezing my ass off.”
“Then go inside. Jesus,” Will groaned before hanging up.
Leo grumbled to himself as he stuffed his phone back into his hoodie, his hands following close behind to keep them warm.
“Why is it even fifty degrees? It’s McAllen, for God’s sake,” the eighteen year old complained to the empty air.
Ten minutes later, he could see Jose’s truck approaching. Will’s coworker didn’t even bother parking the truck; he simply slowed down long enough for Will to jump out before he was driving away again.
Will shrugged at Leo’s raised eyebrows.
Leo opted not to reply to that.
“I can’t believe you are forcing me to do this, yet you show up an hour late. I’ve been here forever, man. I’ve gotten so many suspicious looks, you have no idea,” he whined in a very manly fashion.
His friend snorted.
“Oh, I’m sure you were just so worried about them. I’m surprised they didn’t try to run you off this time.”
“That happened one time,” Leo muttered under his breath, punching Will on the shoulder with more force than was probably necessary.
They made quite a scene as they waltzed inside, Will standing at six two, all smiles and rainbows, and Leo barely reaching five four, all glares and death threats.
Will guided his friend to one of the many staff rooms and once there, showed him what they would be doing that day.
“Man, come on, it’s for the kids.”
Leo was silent for a long time.
“You’re giving me twenty bucks for this.”
“What! Dude, I’m saving for my own car, I won’t be able to buy it if you keep taking my money.”
“Don’t care. It’s a hundred bucks or I walk out of here.”
Will’s only response was to take out his wallet and slap a fifty onto his friend’s waiting hand.
“That’ll have to do, I ain’t a bank. I’ll give you the rest tomorrow,” he bemoaned, watching with lamenting eyes as his money disappeared into Leo’s pocket.
The kids all sat around in half a circle, their excited chatter filling the room as their doctors waited patiently in the back, watching over them with fond smiles.
Dr. Garcia watched as little Jonas rubbed his side, a look of discomfort on his face, and made a mental note to ask him about his pain level later.
There were eleven kids in the small room, their ages ranging from four to twelve, and they all wiggled around in their seats impatiently as they waited for the show to start. It took about five more minutes before a young man walked in, a tall black hat sitting atop his blond hair and a black cape hanging from his shoulders. He waltzed inside, an easy smile on his face, one that turned into a disapproving frown when he looked behind him and found empty air. He shot the kids—and the doctors— an apologetic smile before marching back to the door and pulling into the room another young man, a brown eyed 5’4 ball of fury. The newcomer wore a black vest that was a few sizes too big for him and, for some reason (probably the lack of props the hospital had available for volunteers), a red clown nose.
Dr. Garcia eyes both teenagers, wondering what, exactly, she was about to witness. She settled back, leaning against the wall after eyeing her patients once more to make sure everyone was comfortable. As she turned back to the mismatching teens before her, she could see from the corner of her eye as the other doctors shifted on their seats, obviously looking forward to the show as much as the kids were. Shows like these were nice breaks from the norm, both for the kids and the doctors.
“Hello, kids. And doctors, of course. I am the magnificent William,” the tallest kid said in an exaggerated… something accent. Russian, maybe? The teen pulled a wand out from seemingly nowhere (his back pocket, probably), and all the kids cheered. “And this,” he flailed his arms at the shorter kid as the other glared around the room. “is Leo, my assistant. And today, we will be performing a few magic tricks for you.”
The show wasn’t bad, to be honest. Will clearly knew what he was doing. He never lost the kids’ attention, always kept them laughing and gawking in amazement. Leo, however… Dr. Garcia wasn’t sure what to think of him. He glared through the whole performance, and didn’t speak more than ten words in all. But yet he did whatever crazy trick William spouted off, a resigned look on his face the entire time. Dr. Garcia felt as though he was used to being put in situations like these, and she had to admit, he wore that clown nose with dignity.