The Fallen Child

Chapter 1 (Part Four)

I took five melatonin-which I'm sure I overdosed, but I didn't care- and passed out. Against my wishes, I dreamt. This time, I was observing a room with two people who wore clothes similar to what Purple Eyes had been wearing. Thinking back on it, I'd never gotten his name.
Amidst all of our running from pursuers and escaping our captors I'd never gotten the chance to ask him for his name. Whenever his condition stabilized and he woke up, I would ask. It wouldn't be right of me to keep calling him Purple Eyes. That would be the same as me calling every person I met by their eye color.

A person in the room spoke, disrupting my thoughts. There was a man in the center who looked eerily similar to Purple Eyes and I. I could see a resemblance of Purple Eyes and myself in the man, which was odd seeing as I had no clue who he was.

"My son went out on his own and you don't know where he is!?" The blonde man shouted.

"I'm sorry sire, we are trying our hardest to find him, however we are turning up dry." The brown haired man next to the blonde appologised.

"Damn it. I told him to not go off on his own, yet he still did anyway. When will he learn?" The blonde growled. "You're dismissed."
"Yes sire." The brown haired said.

With the brown haired guy gone, it left the blonde haired guy alone. The room looked like a cross between medieval and modern. It was strange, but hey, everyone had their own tastes. Who was I to judge him?

The man sat at a desk, hunched over and on the verge of tears.

"I lost my youngest child when it was only a wee thing, and I lost my wife soon after. I cannot bear to lose my only oldest child." He wept.

I felt guilty watching this. Everyone needed their privacy during mourning, and I was invading his privacy. I felt as if I was witnessing something that I shouldn't. The dream ended after a few minutes of the man's mourning. I woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar ringtone. It was the E.R's! I quickly answered the call.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Is this Yami Deer I am speaking to?" A feminine voice questioned.

"Yes Ma'am."
"This is Gretta, a nurse at the E.R. Your friend is doing well for the state he was in and has regained consciousness. The wound wasn't deep and we were able to get away without surgery. We stitched the wound up and prevented infection, but due to the amount of blood he lost, he will need a blood infusion." Gretta informed me.

"Alright."
"The blood transfusion will cost two thousand three hundred and forty eight dollars."

And a bomb went off somewhere in the distance. I was in high school! I didn't have more than three hundred dollars to my name. Where was I supposed to get two thousand three hundred and forty eight dollars from?

"Ma'am? Is there any way to reduce the cost?"

"That is the cheapest the treatment can be for the amount of blood we need to transfer. If he doesn't go through the operation, best case scenario he will be anemic."

"Worst case scenario?"
"He'll die."
"Go through with the transfusion. I'll find a way to pay for it."
"Okay. Good night sir."
Gretta hung up and left me in a whirlwind. Maybe I shouldn't have saved the guy in the first place. It wasn't as if I knew him. Whatever, what was done was done. I couldn't look back and think about all the what if's and maybe's.

I had to deal with the situation I faced at the present, and that was an insufficient amount of money to pay for Purple Eye's treatment and hospital stay. I didn't have a job, and the only money I had in my bank was not accessible and reserved for university. Could I ask a charity? That seemed like the only other option. No matter what job I got, it wouldn't be enough to pay for the E.R bill.