"No, I'm fine. I don't want anyone to know," Damian protested, fighting against his friend's grip.
"Damian, please. Your hand needs to get taken care of," Lance said, making him realize that he wasn't going to win this battle.
Like a tamed dog, Damian had no choice but to follow, his initial rage dispersed in an instant which was replaced with warmth, he couldn't help but smile.
'Someone does care about me.'
"Fine," Damian said, letting Lance lead him down the hall to the elevator.
Once in the car, Lance drove to the nearest hospital. They had arrived before the doctors had even finished their shift.
The nurses helped them get Damian into a room where they began examining his wound, taking x-rays to make sure there weren't any hidden fractures.
