Union Babysitters

a cold-blooded snake in a trembling rabbit's clothing

When Donald suddenly paused in his survey of the place, Kingsley easily stopped beside him.

Donald always had an eye for people, easily picking up their most useful traits to contribute to the Union, so pausing all of a sudden in a busy place like this was a norm for them.

He was curious though, of who caught Donald's eyes this time and when he followed where his red eyes were looking, he was surprised.

The person didn't look much. If anything, he doubted the person could even do anything.

For one, he looked too young. Then again, Donald Na had been young once and he had been as phenomenal as he was now, so maybe this young man had something special he couldn't see yet.

Two, the young man looked like one mere touch alone would be enough to knock him over. He looked almost one lack of meal away from being emaciated, some of his bones were starting to protrude and his skin was already slightly sunken in places. He was concerningly pale, he seemed only two skin tones away from a corpse's complexion and the accompanying bags under his eyes were severe, a telling sign that he might be suffering from sleep disorders. The young man's eyes though, actually looked like they belonged to a corpse.

It was a pitiful sight and if he was any other person, he might've had the urge to help a clearly suffering individual and offer a hand.

He wasn't.

Donald wasn't, either.

He was pretty sure his boss stared, not out of pity, but because he found something worthwhile in the young man.

He just wasn't sure what.

Then a child came running after his ball that rolled to a stop in front of the young man and he finally saw what Donald saw.

They really did need a babysitter.

It didn't matter if the young man was going through something, it was evident anyway that children seemed to be a balm that soothed his weary soul, so he was the perfect addition to the Union's babysitting department.

Children seemed to like the young man as well, it was certainly a welcome sight compared to the crying fest the Union children did when faced with their bodyguards they thought scary.

So when Donald said, "Move my next appointment today."

Kingsley immediately complied and made some necessary calls.
  
   

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"How is he?"

"Incredibly malnourished and dehydrated. Any longer and he would've already reached emaciation or worst, passed out so it's a good thing you sent him to me right away. I already hooked him up on some IV fluids to put some much-needed nutrients in him and I also administered some sedatives because his severe lack of sleep is obvious. I'd say insomnia but you told me he had no medications for it in his bag? So at worst, this must be voluntary sleep deprivation. I'm actually surprised he only passed out earlier, coupled with his lack of diet, he should've passed out long before and it's a miracle he can still move. Also, it's not as obvious and it can certainly pass off as acceptable, but if scrutinized properly, he has poor hygiene. I'd say it's only because of poor living conditions, but this looks like he's actually suffering from depression."