Collision

Chapter 6

The boy made a noise in the back of his throat, but Yoongi couldn't focus on it. He returned his hand to his chest and felt his blood drain from his face. There was a deep gouge on the boy's chest, heat and a stench nearly bowling him over.

"You fucking idiot," Yoongi growled low, "you got an infected scratch- deep too. Fucking hell- I need to clean it. Wrap it."

The boy made another noise in his chest, and Yoongi yanked his hand back. Blood and puss coated his hand in a warm layer, and he shuddered in mild horror.

Gathering his wits, Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut and counted up to ten, and then back down again. He needed a plan- he had to clean the wound, that was the first priority.

The second was his fever. He was too hot, and that could be fatal. He had to keep the boy as conscious as he can, for as long as he can. Clean him too- his entire body is layered with filth.

Basing on the feeling of his skin, plastered against his ribs, he is also weak because of lack of food. Even with Yoongi's feedings, the kid was still half-starved.

"Okay. Okay, fuck. Listen up, Cujo," Yoongi started, words spilling out of his mouth before he could really think it through.

Logic, what?

"We need to get you to the bathroom. In the tub. Clean your wounds, cool water to help with the fever. Do you understand? Once for no, twice for yes."

He waited.

A single tap.

He cursed. "You're sick, kid. You- the fight- fuck!" Yoongi slammed his hand against the porch, and he screamed in his head. He wished he could see, to read the boy's face and know what he didn't understand. "Listen. I won't hurt you. I- I want to help. To do that, you're going to have to trust me. At least on some level. Can you do that?"

A drawn out paused, then two shaky taps.

Yoongi felt a smile curl at his lips. "Progress." He glanced towards the door, licking his lips. "I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you can't walk."

Another rumble, softer than any of the other noises the boy had made.

"Right. Okay." Yoongi stood, and a loud whine tore through the boy's throat. He shushed him instantly. "Jesus, Cujo, I am going to help you to your feet, not leave you. Relax."

After a few moments of carefully consideration, Yoongi tossed his thoughts out the window and bent down to latch himself on the boy's bicep.

"Fucking, son of a- the fuck do you eat?" Yoongi panted, nearly tumbling forwards at the sheer deadweight of the boy.

Seeming to realize what Yoongi was trying to do, the boy grasped at his hoodie, though he didn't seem to understand how to use his hands since it wasn't a good hold.

Whines and odd guttural, short barks seemed to emit from the boy's throat as they worked and wiggled to get the boy to his feet, and it quickly became apparent that this boy had no clue how to use his legs, just like he couldn't use his hands.

Unsure of what to do, Yoongi was basically hauling the heavy boy on his back, legs trembling, and the boy attempting to help by moving his legs but really did nothing to bare his weight.

Yoongi kept reminding himself that it was the thought that counts, right?

Each step sent shards of pain down his entire body, but Yoongi pressed on. He kept his eyes locked on the tape, so thankful for Seokjin who came up with the idea so he would always know where to go.

When they finally got to the bathroom, he had been swearing in all the limited languages he knows. Lowering him to the tub wasn't an easy feat, since he started squirming making protesting noises in his throat.