Henry Danger Oneshots

What Could Have Been

Warning! This chapter will include fire, burns, death, gun violence, broken bones, as well as paraplegia!

"Kid Danger!" I scream, searching desperately for Henry, but all I could see what smoke and fire. "Kid!"

I need to find him! He had to have survived, right? He's been through worse, hasn't he? Yeah, he has, and he's always gotten through it. Like when Mark electrocuted him, or when he was in an explosion. Those were worse than going down with a blimp, right? 

I continue my sprint through the wrecked mountain side, trying my best not to think about how many times I'd put my friend's life, a 18 year old kid's life, in danger. How many times has he nearly died because of occupational hazards. It's not fair to him. He was 13 when he took this job. He didn't know what he was getting into.

- flash back - 

"Oh my god Rai, I'm fine!" Henry snapped.

"You are most definitely not fine." I growled in response.

"What has my dumb brother done this time?" Piper sighs.

"Your 'dumb brother' got himself shot." 

"What the fu- where!" Piper yells.

"I did not get shot!" Henry yells. 

"Yes you did! I was there!" 

"So I got a little shot!" He snaps.

"There's no such thing as a little shot!" Charlotte yells from her spot on the couch.

"I'll get the first aid kit." Schwoz sighed. He quickly returned with an oversized white briefcase. "Where is it this time?" 

"Just above my hip." Henry sighs. When did he grow such a high pain tolerance? There was a time where this would have floored him, now he treats it like a paper cut. The thought of Henry adapting to have such a high pain tolerance scared me a little. 

He has been fighting a lot more recklessly lately, almost as if he didn't care what happened as long as he got the job done. That definitely scared me.

"Let's get this over with then. You know the drill, off with the top." Schwoz commands. 

Henry grimaced as he undid his vest and pulled off his top. When I looked at his now bare chest, I almost felt my heart stop. Not a spot on his chest was left undamaged. There were small white scars and large pink ones, a few white circle scars where bullets had once been, there were old shiny burn scars from old burns. But what was really concerning was the bleeding bullet wound. 

Piper looked like she wanted to puke. "Ho-How did you get all th-these scars?"

He looked down at his torso with a shrug. "Occupational hazards." 

Piper looked mortified. "'Occupational hazards'? Henry, your chest looks like a Jackson Polluck painting! How did I not know about this?" 

"Because you don't see my bare chest?" Henry replied. 

"Henry-"

"Piper, it's my job, what do you want me to say?"

"I want you to be more careful." 

"Fine, I- ow Schwoz - I'll be more careful." Henry ground out as Schwoz worked on removing the bullet. 

"Do you want any pain medication?" Jasper asked, making his way over to the auto snack.