"Right then, let's get you outta here," the woman said briskly and much to Danny's surprise. Oh well, didn't people always say it'd be fun to try new experiences? And getting a bullet wound patched up was definitely a new experience. Not one that he particularly wanted to have, but hey, he was in this position now, so why not. Might help to figure out how to do it himself, because that might come in handy at some point...

"So, this is most likely gonna hurt. Just keep talking and don't close your eyes, kid. If you can stay awake you should be golden until I can patch you up." Oh, lovely. As she spoke, she grabbed an arm and hefted it over her shoulders, before - oh, hell. That was embarrassing. Slung over her shoulders, he tried to keep himself awake, having given up on talking, and kind of drifted off until she deposited him gently into the backseat of a cab.

Once he was settled, and relatively comfortably at that, the woman moved to the front seat of the cab. He couldn't see much of the exchange from where he was, but he could hear them.

"You know what the Sanctuary is? ...good. Then you know how well they react to humans mistreating mutants. Guess what? I'm a mutant, so I suggest you start driving before this becomes a problem."

Ooh, the Sanctuary! This was actually quite convenient. He'd wanted to visit it, and hadn't actually gotten around to it because finding it would take so much effort, but this made it all so much easier. Apparently, getting himself into fatal or near-fatal situations made everything easier.

...he wasn't entirely sure when his life had reached the point that that had become his main philosophy.

The cabby wasn't having it. Either he didn't believe her, or he was really, really stupid. Either way, she took matters into her own hands by grabbing a fistful of the mans collar and shaking him roughly a few times before he shut himself up. Icy, unnatural blue eyes pinned on him, she shifted the cab into gear herself and practically spat her net words at him with all the venom she could muster. "DRIVE!"

Finally, realizing that the woman manhandling him was just crazy enough to back up her words, the poor cabby latched onto the steering wheel and jerked the cab out onto the road.

She spared a glance back at the boy, reaching a hand to her lips to start pulling out long strands of silk in order to fashion a temporary pad. "Hey, listen to me... press this to the wound on your stomach. Push tightly. It will stop the bleeding for now."

Traffic, thankfully, wasn't at it's prime right then. The street was clear enough that they barely had to stop at more than a few red lights before they screeched to a stop in the grand shadow of the Sanctuary front doors. Megan, having checked on the kid in the back a few times along the ride, both with words and casual prodding to keep him awake, threw open her door and headed to grab Danny from the back. Securing a grip on him was harder this time, what with the camped cab space... but nevertheless she managed to get one of his arms around her shoulders and hooked one of her arms around his waist.

The last thing she did before the cabby hastily took off was fish a wad of miscellaneous cash from her back pocket and toss it in the drivers face.

"Hold on just a little bit longer, kid. You'll be in good hands in a few minutes... okay?" Hauling him as gently as she could manage up the stairs, she put her full weight into throwing open one of the doors.

"This kid needs medical attention ASAP, and I suggest y'all hop too it before he explodes and takes out the entry way."

What happened next was a flurry of activity. People rushing every which way, someone took the boy from her grip and headed for the infirmary. Megan followed at a lazy pace, picking bits of drying blood from her jacket while she took a look around.

Was it just her or had this place not changed at all since she'd been gone?

Danny was quickly deposited on a bed with crisp white linens. A woman worked at getting the clothing away from his obvious wounds with a pair of scissors, while a man with glowing purple hands stepped up to his side and pressed his palms over the boy's abdomen. Warmth would most likely be felt, but the sensation tended to vary on depending on the individual, so the healer couldn't be sure. Megan came in as the woman was peeling ripped jeans away from the gunshot on the boys knee.

He couldn't exactly tell what the woman was saying the cabbie, considering everything sounded kind of muffled at this rate, but he could tell that it sounded highly aggressive and not at all friendly. Most New York cabbies weren't fond of people bleeding out on their back seats (...personal experience, don't ask), so he couldn't really fault the guy, but that didn't mean it wasn't slightly obnoxious. After a bit of that, he became aware of the woman - he wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but he had a feeling he'd prefer not seeing, so he focused on a pair of fluffy dice the cabbie had hanging from his rearview mirror instead, until she handed something silly to him, saying, "Hey, listen to me... press this to the wound on your stomach. Push tightly. It will stop the bleeding for now." He did his best to press it against the wound, slightly doubting its integrity because he was pretty sure she just pulled it out of her mouth (and yes, she was one hundred percent definitely a mutant now), but listening to her orders anyway.

After quite a bit of driving, with surprisingly few stops considering this was New York City, the cab stopped for good and he heard the sounds of doors opening. Blood loss was really getting to him now, and he barely registered getting hoisted out of the cab and brought into a building of some sort by the woman. What he could make out were a couple muffled words as she dragged him up the stairs. "Hold on.. little bit longer, kid... be in good hands... few minutes... okay?"

He didn't even try to respond, figuring that he probably wouldn't succeed. Instead, he nodded weakly, and decided that next time he was shot, he was just jumping off a building or something because this was very much not fun. But there was no way out now, considering he was in a populated building and temporary death for him would likely mean the very permanent death of others. The woman was shouting something at the other people there now, and he slumped into the arms of someone else, rapidly getting put onto a bed as chaos surrounded him. Someone was cutting away the blood-soaked remnants of his clothing around his injuries, while somebody else with.. purple? hands was doing something. Measuring temperature, maybe, or he could be a mutant with healing powers? Either way, Danny was sure that he'd now get to discover if he really did have a high internal body temperature. And judging by the way he winced just a little as he pressed hands to Danny's abdomen, the phoenix mutant was gonna have to go with his body temperature burned. Fun. You learn something new every day.

Except he was kind of too out of it to so much else, so just as he caught the woman who'd helped him enter the room he lay in, he passed out.

[OOC: Sorry about the really late post! I figured that this way you can now get some plots in for your character as Danny is unconscious, so feel free to do that, as he's out cold.]