Something i didn't have

Something tiny

Wiping his eyes, Toothless forced himself to move, finally. Was it the child's crying for sure? He squirmed his eyes, achingly. With them, he gazed around but witnessed no mother and stroller nearby. He has gone insane! Eventually, he shivered hearing the cry again. Each of his limbs was considering the situation odd. Some of them wanted to drag him away, but it was his heart that halted him from escaping.

Inhaling, he listened to it and shakily moved forward into the dangerous, mysterious alley. While he passed the trash cans, peeking behind them, he narrowed his eyes at the little, tiny box, wet from the rain already. It seemed the screams were coming right from it and swallowing he stepped toward it and kneeled just in front of him.

Already guessing what was inside it, Tobias shivered opening it. His eyes widened at the view of the baby, an infant, the tiny boy inside of it. He never saw such a fragile child, he panted, terrified. Wrapped in the thin material, the boy was crying at the top of his lungs, squirming in the place, while his eyes teared up, probably terrified.

In the beginning, Toothless was frozen and attempted to slow down his breathing, at least. It was the most vicious thing he had ever witnessed, he suffocated. How old he even was? He stroked his forehead, not taking his eyes away from the little body. Someone brought him straight from the hospital here?!

Panicked Tobias bit his fingers one by one, wincing. He wanted to help, but how? He leaned forward and tilted his head, gaping at, the unaware of his presence, baby. He had never had contact with children, nonetheless such small. While the screams began hurting his ears, inhaling loudly, he listened to his common sense. Choosing the emergency number on the phone, he put it on a speaker and placed it nearby.

"Nine nine one, what's your emergency?" The female voice sounded on the phone, and consequently, everywhere around.

"I found a little boy," he swallowed, scratching his neck. "Infant, I-I think," he frowned when he stuttered. Since when did he stutter? He exhaled and loosening himself, continued. "It's raining here, heavily. He might have caught something bad."

"I understand, but I assure you everything is going to be okay," she hummed, while in the background was heard the sound of the clicked keyboard. "What address it is? I will send somebody to you."

"Bork's street," Tobias peeked at the entrance of the alley and frowned, thoughtfully. "It should be a fourth alley while driving through it from the south."

"Okay, I called an ambulance. What's your name?"

"T-Tobias," he grunted. "Tobias Night."

"Tobias, there are some things I'll ask you to do, okay?"

"Of course," he straightened at his spot and inhaled. "What do I have," he frowned, glimpsing by the boy's feet a piece of paper. He took it and squirmed his eyes, reading it. "Ma'am, I found his birth certificate," he blinked, shocked. "Henry Hiccup and no surname. He was born twenty-nine of February. That's all. The rest is cut out."

"I'll look for him in the documentation, but first, you said there is heavy rain, right?"

"Y-Yes," Tobias winced. "He's one month old," he mumbled, startled. "I don't have any experience with kids, not even saying about the ones that have less than six years."

"I'm sure you'll manage it. Initially, check if he's cold for me, please."

"Right away," he exhaled calmly, pulled his hand toward the boy, and applied his knuckles to his forehead.