Henry Danger Fanfiction: A Parent's Love For Their Child - 2. Stronger Than Guilt
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Summary: What if Henry got a concussion during his fight with Ray in the episode Love Muffin? AU
Ray roared as he grabbed Henry’s arm and flipped him over. He barely noticed the audible crack Henry’s head made as it connected with the ground.
How dare Henry suggest that Gwen was dating someone else? How dare Henry suggest that Ray was old, that he wasn’t good looking? How dare-
“Come on!” Ray bellowed. “You picked the fight! Are you done, or do you want some more?”
Henry didn’t reply.
“Henry!” Ray yelled, raising his fist. He expected Henry to flinch, but Henry didn’t move. “Henry…” Ray repeated in a quiet, anxious tone as he lowered his fist.
Ray knelt beside Henry, who was lying face down on the cold floor on the Man Cave, and he slowly rolled the boy over, only to inhale sharply upon seeing the damage he’d done.
Three trails of blood trickled down Henry’s forehead. One brushed past his temple and disappeared into his hair; another snaked around his nose and was dripping into the cracks in Henry’s chapped lips. The third caked around his eyelid and was forming a droplet that rested upon Henry’s cheekbone.
He wasn’t moving.
“Kid!” Ray shouted, worry coursing through him.
A soft whir sounded as the circular doorway opened, and Gwen stepped onto the staircase.
“Well, Ray, I’m going to rob the bank,” she chirped, not even noticing that Ray was leaning over the still form of Henry Hart as she stood under the tube.
“Ray?” she called after not receiving a response. The tube descended around her. At this, she noticed Henry, and while she didn’t look concerned, she did appear confused as to why Ray wasn’t fawning over her in his muffin induced love.
“Shwoz, trap her in the tube!” Ray snapped, and before Gwen could even process that sentence, Shwoz hit the button to lock the tube. Just in case, he hit another button, and sleeping gas filled the tube, causing Gwen to immediately slip into a deep slumber.
“She should be out for about an hour,” Shwoz muttered. “How’s Henry?”
Ray lifted Henry’s upper body, and he laid the boy’s shoulders in the crook of his elbow, supporting the teen’s head as best he could. Then, he examined the top of Henry’s head.
Since Henry had blonde hair, it was a lot easier to see where the damage was. Droplets of scarlet stained Henry’s hair a few centimeters from his hairline, and Ray swept aside Henry’s hair to properly assess the injury.
It didn’t look as bad as the blood on his forehead made it look. It was a long but narrow cut that was leaking blood, but it didn’t look half as bad as Ray had feared.
Shwoz frowned upon seeing the injury. Thankfully, he didn’t frown in a Henry’s doomed kind of way. It was more of a deep in thought kind of frown.
“Follow me, and bring Henry,” he instructed.
Ray lifted Henry in his arms bridal style. Luckily, the kid wasn’t that heavy; he was actually surprisingly light. Too heavy for Charlotte to lift him, but light enough that his friend Jasper could’ve done it easily. Henry’s head rolled against Ray’s shoulder as Ray carried him to a metal table Shwoz walked over to in the corner of the room, and Ray rested Henry on the table, grabbing a nearby pillow to sit under his head. It probably wouldn’t help the injury if Henry shifted and banged his head against the metal table.
Shwoz went into the next room to grab some supplies just as Henry stirred.
“Ray,” he slurred, lifting his arm with some difficulty and reaching towards Ray. The injury must’ve been affecting his vision because he wound up grasping the air just to the side of Ray.
Ray grabbed Henry’s hand and laid it on the table, gripping the boy’s hand in his own as Shwoz returned.
“What happened?” Henry asked.
“We got into a fight, and you hit your head,” Ray answered, guilt turning in his stomach as he thought of the injury he had caused.
“You hurt me?” Henry murmured, confusion and betrayal shining in his eyes.
Ray nodded. “Yeah, but I didn’t mean to, and I promise that I will never hurt you again, okay, kiddo?”
Henry nodded before wincing.
“Don’t move your head,” Shwoz ordered, shining a light into Henry’s eyes before grabbing one of those reflex hammers they use in doctor’s offices and tapping it against Henry’s knee.
A moment passed before Henry’s leg jerked.
“Should it take so long?” Charlotte asked.
Shwoz shook his head as he jotted something down on a piece of paper.
“Delayed reflexes,” he muttered. “Temporary unconsciousness. Vision problems.”
Shwoz preformed a few more tests before setting his paper and tools down and turning to Ray.
“Henry has a concussion,” he said.
Ray’s eyes widened.
He’d given his sidekick a concussion.
Oh my goodness…
“It’s a mild one,” Shwoz assured Ray and Henry’s other friends. “We will need to watch him carefully, but he should start to return to normal in a few weeks and be perfectly fine within two months, if his recovery goes well.”
“What about Henry’s parents?” Jasper asked. “Won’t they ask how he got a concussion?”
Charlotte shrugged. “We’ll tell them he’s going out of town with Ray for a few weeks. They trust Ray, and it’s not like they pay much attention to Henry anyway, so if we needed to, we could wait a week, and by then, they might notice he hasn’t come home.”
Charlotte’s tone spoke volumes about her opinion on Henry’s parents and their parenting. They cared for Henry; she couldn’t deny that, but the fact that Henry had been working as Kid Danger for two years now and they didn’t even expect showed how little they paid attention to him. Piper, who was on her phone ninety percent of the time, noticed more about Henry than they did, and while she hadn’t figured out the truth yet, there had been some extremely close calls.
Ray sighed. “Well, I’ll get the memory eraser, erase Gwen’s memory, and turn her over to the police. You three, watch Henry while I’m gone. When I get back, I can take over and you two can go home,” he told Charlotte and Jasper.
After changing into Captain Man, Ray erased Gwen’s memory of Ray and Henry before hauling the woman down to the police station and smiling contently as she was locked up.
Her muffins had caused this. They’d made Ray get so angry at Henry…
But they hadn’t made Ray hurt him. No. That was all on him.
Ray returned to the Man Cave to find Henry resting on the couch with Charlotte sitting next to him, looking almost as concerned and sad as she had during the Dream-Coma-Incident Henry had had to endure when he was blasted with that Dream Ray (what happened in the episode Dream Busters, I mean).
“How is he?” Ray asked.
“He woke up a few times,’ Charlotte replied. “He was always asking for you.”
Ray stared at the injured boy lying on the couch, the fight flashing through his mind.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Ray,” Charlotte told him as she stood.
“I hurt him,” Ray pointed out, brushing aside Henry’s hair to reveal the bandage Shwoz had used to dress the wound.
Charlotte nodded. “But Gwen’s muffins were influencing you. Look, I’m not going to say you’re innocent or guilty, but don’t beat yourself up. If you really want to make it up to Henry, take care of him while he’s at his weakest.”
With that, Charlotte exited the Man Cave, followed by Jasper, and Shwoz disappeared into the next room.
Ray sat beside Henry and stared at the slumbering, relaxed face of his side kick.
He loved Henry like a son. He had a father son kind of relationship with Henry.
What kind of father would hurt their child, though?”
Henry shifted and mumbled.
“Ray?” he managed.
“Shh,” Ray whispered. “Go back to sleep, kid. You need to rest right now, okay?”
Henry blinked before his eyes slipped closed once more, and Ray stood, slipping one arm under Henry’s knees and another around his shoulders before carrying the boy up the stairs and into his own bedroom.
He rested Henry on the bed and started to head for the door, planning to sleep on the couch, when he felt a hand grab his and stop him in his tracks.
“Stay?” Henry pleaded, his lips wobbling. He looked so much younger than he was, and it hurt Ray to see him this way, but in a way, it also made Ray feel closer to Henry. After all, he’d only seen the strong, independent hero and the funny, friendly pal. He’d never seen the child like, the vulnerable side of Henry, and while it was hard to see the strong kid so vulnerable, it did make Ray feel like he was seeing a side of Henry he’d never seen before.
Ray nodded. “Sure, kid.”
Ray laid down beside Henry, and Henry curled up beside him. Ray was a little shocked at first, but he wrapped an arm around Henry without hesitation.
“Goodnight, Kid,” Ray said.
Henry had already drifted off, but Ray lay awake, Henry’s statement ringing in his mind.
Henry was probably just disoriented and had mistaken Ray for his father, but something told Ray that Henry had known exactly who Ray was, but he called him Dad anyway.
Ray saw Henry as a son, and Henry saw Ray as a father. Ray cherished that thought; he’d never had a kid, but Henry was like his child, and Ray never wanted to let him go.
Ray brushed aside Henry’s hair and stared at the bandage covering the head injury.
He promised himself that he would never, ever hurt Henry again, and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone else hurt Henry either. He would not let anything take this sweet boy away from him. A feeling started to bloom in his chest-a warm, determined, protective feeling that filled his entire body- and Ray knew exactly what it was.
A parent’s love for their child.
I will probably continue you this at some point, but this story will not have any specific updating schedule. It’ll be updated when inspiration strikes, so one month, it could be updated five times, but then there may be three months with no updates. That is how this story will be updated. If you’d like to suggest an idea for the next chapter or an episode you’d like me to write about, you can leave me a review or send me a PM, and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
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