Cole's POV

"Cause... I am God!" The man declared before slamming the door. He watched as his long shiny black hair almost got caught in it. He snickered. He'd heard drunk people say much worse, at least he was cute. He sighed letting his nerves creep back into his heart. I hope he makes out okay... I doubt it though. I should probably go after him. With that, he started sweeping as quickly as possible.
Within a few minutes he was locking up the door. He looked at the bullet holes in the door and questioned why he even locked it when this was enough to scare people away. Well, it didn't scare him today. He looked so innocent, how did a beauty of a man like him waltz into a dive bar of this caliber without even questioning it? He shook his head as started toward his truck. Hm, I think he took a left out of here. I'll just drive along this road for awhile and if I don't see him, I guess he's made out okay. He shifted into reverse pulling out of the parking lot towards the direction the mysterious customer went toward.
It wasn't even a minute down the road that Cole spotted the man's blacked out muscle car in a tree, flames engulfing from out of the hood. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is bad. He pulled over and sprinted toward his car. He went to touch the handle of the car and it burned at the touch. He quickly took off his shirt to use as a barrier before opening it. Inside the beautiful man was passed out on the air bag, his hair a complete array over his beautiful pale face. He shook his, This is not the time for those types of thoughts Cole!
"Hey!" He shouted trying to wake him up before grabbing under his arm pits to pull him out and basically dragged him to his truck. If you're going to pull a stunt like this, couldn't you at least be a little shorter? Hell, Cole was 6'2, but he was almost as tall as him, just an inch or two shorter. Once he reached his truck he set him down to inspect him for any injuries. Astonishingly, there appeared to be nothing wrong with him, not a scratch or a bruise. He began feeling his limbs for any broken bones or muscle swells. Again nothing. He looked over his resting face puzzled on how he miraculously had nothing wrong with him. After four years in the marines and being deployed in Afghanastan, Cole had seen his fair share of mishaps, considering the crash this man took... It was then that he remember that last thing he told him "Cause... I am God!" Pfft, as if. He heard a pop come from the car. Oh no. Cole rapidly picked him up and got him into the passenger seat of the truck before sprinting toward his side, shifting it I reverse, and stepping on the gas. A crack boomed and a gust of inferno burst from the crashed vehicle. The hood of the car was sent flying into the sky. It landed with a thud farther down the road. His eyes were wide open and mouth agape. That was close. Cole looked over to the passenger seat to see that the customer was still fast asleep, his chest rising faintly. He sighed in relief before taking off in the opposite direction, peeling away from the scene. Now to figure this one out. He pulled out his phone and called up one of his first contacts.
"Do you know what time it is?" The person answered.
"Hey boss, I need you to do me a favor."
"What?" His voice was already annoyed.
"So I had a customer tonight leave pretty toasted and crashed his car. I'm the first to the scene and I'm trying to avoid any legal issues. Do you think you can come here claiming to have stumbled across while I take this guy to the hospital?" I held my breath waiting for his response.
There was a long pause before I heard an elongated exhale on the other end, "Yeah I'll be there. Where is it? And how badly is he hurt?"
"Other than being unconscious, he isn't injured. As of where, just take a left out of your place it's a minute down the road. Just be careful, the car did explode just a moment ago," Cole answered.
"All right I'll be there, now get outta there. Make sure not to get someone drunk off their ass again, all right?"
"Got it sir, thank you so much!" he hung up the phone and exhaled.
"All right let's get you checked out," he told the unconscious man next to him.
Cole pulled into the local small branch of a hospital. He looked at him sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat. His face had such elegant sharp features and was somehow beautifully pale. Usually he didn't think pale complexions were beautiful as it usually made any skin problems like acne stick out like a sore thumb. However, this man had none, not even a slight bit of rosasia. He reached out to brush his cheek, it was perfectly soft to the touch.
He looked out the window towards the entrance, "Guess it's time to bring you in." He looked him over again, "Huh, I don't even know your name. Well I hope you don't mind me doing this, I mean my boss and I are saving your ass from a DUI."
He reached underneath him fumbling around for a wallet. He's got a nice butt though. He stopped himself. Stop thinking so innappropriately. If you weren't such a perv you wouldn't be in this mess. He recalled his last words to him, remembering how forward he was. You didn't even know if he was gay. Then again who wouldn't think that with the way the man was looking him over. Well, he was drunk. Finally, Cole found the wallet in his right back pocket and opened it up to find his ID. "All right, says your name is Adam Hansen and you are..." He galnced at the year and gawked after doing the math, "93?!" Cole looked back at the man who was so called 'Adam' who looked to be in his late 20s at most. "What are you doing with a fake ID, Adam?" He lauhed, "Time to make up a story." He scanned over the rest of the information on the ID.
Finally, he got himself out the truck and went over to the passenger side. Adam was still fast asleep as he scooped him up. "You're lucky I lift a lot princess cause you're heavier than the guys I'm ever with," he chuckled before shouldering the door closed and walked toward the entrance.
Once inside a woman behind the desk that looked as if she had been falling asleep perked up at the sound of the doors opening. "Huh? Oh, are you okay? What is the situation?" She asked fumbling around for paperwork at her desk.
"I'm fine. This is my buddy Adam. He just had a death in the family and came over my place to drink. After a few too many he just fell over and passed out on the floor. I was wondering if you could check him over?" He asked ask calmly as possible.
"Yes of course, let me call someone to take him. Do you know of his insurance by any chance?" She asked while picking up a phone and dialing in some numbers.
Before he could answer she cut him off requesting a stretcher to be brought to the emergency room.
Once she hung up he was finally able to answer, "I can tell you his name is Adam Hansen and that he lives in Voluntown."
"Okay that is fine, I'm just going to have you go with him and a nurse will be there to ask you any questions so she can make a report," she said pushing her glasses further up her nose. He began to notice trying to fuss with her wild curly hair and internally laughed. He had always noticed women try to make themselves more presentable in front of him and it cracked him up every time. Too bad I wasn't straight, had to pick the hard route. A stretcher burst through the door and two medical assists were on either side.
"Hello," one of them greeted, "If you could just put him on here."
"Of course," I replied. The two rushed on either side to help make sure he placed as gently as possible. Once he was placed on they hooked him up with an IV and rolled him down the hall before taking a right into one of the rooms before closing the curtains behind them.
"Okay, now to move him on to the bed," the two positioned themselves to shift him over from the stretcher to the bed.
One of them turned toward me, she was brunette and on her forehead he could see freckles, a blue mask covered the rest of her face. "Do you happen to have any form identification for him?" She asked.
"I do not I'm sorry," I replied.
"Okay, then I'll ask you some general questions. What is his full name?" She turned toward a computer and began clicking around.
"Adam Jay Hansen."
"Okay, date of birth?"
"September 23rd, I think he was born in 1994."
"That's fine, we can reconfirm later. And do you know his blood type?"
"I do not, I'm sorry."
"Okay, how did this happen?"
I repeated what I told the receptionist.
She turned back from the computer, "Okay, thank you so much, Dr. Moran will be in shortly."
They both walked out leaving him alone with sleeping beauty. Cole looked around the room and found himself a chair to sit in and pulled it up next to Adam. He sighed, finally able to relax. His eyes felt so heavy from being up all day trying to prepare for his first day of college, but the last hour had definitely drained him the most. He folded his arms on the side of the bed next to Adam and before he knew it, he fell asleep.