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One hour went by and then another before I finally got done cleaning and patching up all his wounds, whilst cleaning him up I found some green glowing substance in all of his wounds, always tied together with his blood. There was no way that this was a normal human, not that I cared about that, not right now anyway. I let out a breath of relief before standing up and wiping the sweat off my forehead with my arm. I took the towel that Callum had given me and wiped the blood off my hands and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. I found Callum and Julia in their living room sitting in silence just staring at the fireplace before finally noticing me and standing up.
"He's gonna be just fine, but he will probably be out for a long while" I explained before going into the bathroom and washing my hands thoroughly as I had done before. When I walked back in I saw Julia had prepared a nice meal for me that was sitting on top of the kitchen counter.
"I thought you might be hungry so I made some dinner for you," She said with a sad smile. I gladly took the plate and sat at their dinner table and began to eat, when I was done they came over and sat in front of me.
"Thanks, that's just what I needed. So the kid is gonna need 24-hour surveillance to make sure that his condition doesn't change for the worse, now I know your jobs aren't quite so flexible but-" I began explaining but I was cut off by Julia.
"We, umm we were actually thinking that if it was possible that he might be able to stay with you instead?" I began choking on the water I was drinking, I coughed for a minute before looking at them in shock.
"Me!?" I asked in disbelief
"Don't be so surprised. You're amazing with kids not to mention you've always wanted kids and you work with them, besides you're the one who would know what to do if his condition changes" Callum explained. Damn, he was bringing up some good points.
"I work with teenagers not kids, two very different age groups might I add. Plus I live on take-out food and just barely have enough money to get by myself. Pulling an innocent kid into my trainwreck of life might not be the best idea" I said trying to convince them of the fact that I couldn't take care of the kid.
"Don't worry, we'll send you some money so you don't have to worry about that. Besides, it's not like you can't cook at all, you're just not great at following the recipes. And your classes have just gone on spring break so you'll have plenty of time, and don't even try to convince me that you have plans you hermit crab"
"But-But!... alright fine, but if the kid runs off, don't blame me," I said finally giving in to their pleads.
We moved the kid to the backseat of my car as carefully as we could, and I said goodbye to Callum and Julia before driving home again. But as I parked I remembered the fact that I lived on the fifth floor and this time I wasn't carrying a few grocery bags, this time it was an unconscious and badly wounded kid.
"This will be difficult" I wrapped a blanket around him and picked him up, him being very thin was both a good thing and a bad thing in this situation. I made sure the blanket was wrapped around him completely so you couldn't see that it was a kid before walking up to my apartment. But when I came to the fourth floor a door opened.
"Ah, Reagan my dear what a pleasant surprise" I held back a groan of annoyance as I heard his creepy voice behind me.
"Hello, Wyatt" I greeted turning around to face him. Wyatt was that guy who never really grew out of the flirty-player-douchebag faze from high school, and surprise surprise he had his eyes set on me since I was apparently the only woman in the entire apartment complex that hadn't slept with him. Don't get me wrong he's tried, oh he's tried so many times and failed every single one of them.
"So what have you got there?" He asked curiously trying to lift the blanket so he could see and me panicking yelled out the only thing I could think of "It's an injured dog!"
Wyatt quickly retracted his hand and took a big step back, and swallowed a large gulp "Well would you look at the time, I'd better get going it was a pleasure talking to you as always" he said before stepping back into the apartment where I heard a female voice ask "Who was that at the door darling?".
I sighed in relief, well it's good to know that Wyatt is apparently afraid of dogs or allergic. I quickly got back to my apartment before I could meet anyone else and locked the door behind me. I opened the door to my guest bedroom, thanking whatever god up there that aunt Sarah couldn't make it and that I had cleaned out the room earlier. I put the kid onto the bed and pulled the covers over him tucking him in. I just sat there at his bedside for a little while, I moved some of his hair out of his face but was shocked when his head leaned into my touch, I quickly got over it though, and smiled sadly. From the look of how much he leaned into my touch, he craved motherly affection, I had seen it in some of my students before. I stood up and walked out closing the door gently behind me as I walked into my living room.
I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands, thinking about everything that had happened. Who was this kid? why was he so hurt? why didn't he want to go to a hospital? who was after him?
All these questions and no answers. As I thought more I began to put some pieces together, like the fact that he must have had or have a family out there, maybe not a good one through and that someone presumably from the government or some big company was experimenting on him which would explain some of the wounds. I sighed once more before getting up and going down to my car quickly picking up the things that Callum and Julia have given me, which included a lasagne Julia had made and the things the kid had with him when Callum found him, of which was an old and rusty knife and weird-looking metallic gun with some green energy matching the same stuff I found in his blood but not exactly the same. Something bigger than me was clearly going on and now no matter if I wanted to or not, I was involved, but I've been involved in worse.
~Timeskip~
It's been about two days and thankfully the kid was getting better, slowly but he was getting better and that's the best I could ask for. Like Callum had predicted I stayed at home, partly to keep an eye on the kid but also because I really didn't have much of a social life outside of Callum and Julia. I mean I did have a few other friends, my colleagues included but they were almost just as bad as me with the whole going out stuff and the others well they liked to spend the night in other ways and I just didn't really like to go out and party the night away. When and if I did leave my apartment it was either because I wanted to see a new movie that was just released or go to the park and relax.
Right now I was in the kitchen actually trying to cook breakfast. Julia had been somewhat correct when she said that the only reason I couldn't cook was that I didn't always follow the recipe. I mean I could bake and cook simple things like spaghetti and make a simple breakfast but as soon as there were more than 6 steps I was as good as gone.
"And done!" I yelled in victory as I finished making the stack of pancakes. I turned around when I heard the beeping of the microwave signaling that the soup was ready. Since the kid was asleep and couldn't eat probably I fed him lukewarm soup so he didn't starve. I put a dishcloth over the pancakes so they remained warm and picked up the soup and a spoon before walking slowly to the guest bedroom where the kid was. I walked in suspecting the kid to still be out of it, but surprise surprise he was awake and sitting up looking at me like I was a lion that was about to eat him. I gave a soft smile and slowly walked towards the bed, while he kept an eye on every move I made. Just as I sat down on the chair I had next to the bed he scooted back, basically hugging the wall, I simply put the soup on the bedside table not making any other move to indicate that I was gonna move closer towards him.
"So you're awake, do you remember what happened to you?" I asked but I didn't get an answer, the kid just looked away with sadness and hurt clear in his eyes.
"Alright, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but can I at least know your name?" I asked trying to get him to at least say his name so I could one, stop calling him 'kid' and two, so I could make sure that he at least didn't have serious amnesia. The kid looked at me in surprise before looking down at his hands that were fiddling with the blanket covering him.
"Okay, well I'll tell you my name so you at least will have something to call me by, hello my name is Reagan Phoebe Gordon I'm 26 years old and work as a teacher and I don't go out much. Now enough about me, you must be hungry, but I feel like chicken soup might be too early right now, so I hope you like pancakes" I said picking up the bowl of chicken soup again, the kid nodded slowly and I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen where I put the chicken soup into the fridge and put three pancakes on a plate and purred some chocolate syrup on them and picked up a fork before walking back to the room. I sat down with the plate of pancakes in my hand "So do you think you can feed yourself or do you need help" I asked carefully. The kid looked carefully at his bandaged hands before looking back at me and shook his head.
"Alright, is it okay if I feed you?" I asked making sure I didn't overstep any boundaries the kid had. He took a bit of time to think before he slowly nodded again, I smiled and used the fork to cut a small piece of a pancake with a bit of syrup on it and held it out so he could eat it. He took the bite quickly as if to make sure I wouldn't pull it away from him so he wouldn't get any.
I found myself thinking how adorable he looked, I swear whoever hurt this small and innocent child would get their head cut off if they even dared to try and so much as look at him again. After one pancake though he couldn't eat anymore "Okay, I'm gonna put this in the fridge so you can eat the rest later, no need to waste food right" I said with a smile as I stood up, but I stopped on my way out when I heard a whisper behind me say "Danny" it took me a minute before I realized that it was his name.