7:47 AM July 11th
Beau's hands shook as he touched Spitfires forehead to check for fever,
it was very late when Spitfire collapsed in his driveway,
and he immediately got him inside, bothersome for Beau
Spitfire has not made a single move from being placed in bed,
not even a twitch of his finger,
he was sleeping,
Beau tried his very best to remove the thread with a pair of tweezers,
it looked worse than what it was, but still,
he was very concerned about infection,
with a cotton ball, Beau dabbed running alcohol onto Spitfires lips gently
Spitfire murmured in pain,
his head rolled from one side to the other,
the alcohol burned, his extremely swollen mouth,
Beau sat on a stool next to the only bed in the trailer,
Spitfire was motionless,
Beau felt his own forehead, then Spitfires,
to check again for fever,
it's tough to tell, though, when it's 85 degrees outside,
and everything felt hot.
Beau couldn't do much but worry,
calling the ambulance to take Spitfire to the hospital crossed his mind multiple times, but when he carried weak Spitfire into his trailer last night, The bag of white powder fell from Spitfires runaway bag of clothes,
Beau naturally didn't want to get caught making and selling illegal drugs,
if it was found in Spitfires bloodstream,
so in many ways, it wasn't going to happen.
he called in sick at the taxi company,
taking care of Spitfire was his main priority,
his mind, driving him crazy about what happened,
and why Spitfire crawled to his house bloody like a monster out of a horror movie, Spitfire Mentioned how his Father would pick on him, and... yes, he used the words hit, Beau was very disturbed by everything but more importantly scared for Spitfire,
Beau clutched a water bottle, trickling a small amount onto Spitfires lips, The poor things looked horrible, dried blood formed cracks, and Beau's only option was to keep them moist,
He carried a medical bag with him the majority of the time, so he had Neosporin and peroxide wipes in hand,
Beau watched ill Spitfire take a deep breath in wearing an oversized shirt, but seriously, anything is better than wearing your own blood,
He waited patiently for anything, a move, a noise... But nothing.
6:00 AM July 12th
Beau dozed, his head fell to the side while he sat on the chair,
Spitfire has been unconscious for 24hours now.
Spitfire cries, stretching his legs as far as they'll go,
A small smile formed on his lips, making the dry cracks seep blood,
He was dreaming.
" Watch this, Dad," Spitfire squealed, jumping into the lake below him,
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Spitfire
Teen Fiction"Spitfire" is a fictional story, it's based on a character named Spitfire who, indeed messes his life up at a very early age of 20! But his best friend and Future partner save his life in an ever so exhausting survival against the world as we know i...
