The Young Fighters

CHAPTER 4

Rushing into a two story white house, Jackson carried the boy in his arms with great alarm rushing through his veins. Young Elliot followed behind him. "Jackson, you're getting blood all over your clothes." The teenager didn't care at this point about getting red stains on his shirt and exposed wrists and hands. Right now he was focused on the continuing existence of who they found just minutes ago.

"Ring the door bell!" alarm was taking the best of him at the moment. He needed to find a way to calm himself down, but how? Jackson almost started to go up in tears as he looked down seeing the child unconscious while Elliot rung the bell. After ten seconds, Jackson told Elliot to ring the bell one more time.

The door came open and appearing before them was Doctor Will, age sixteen and two months old; now practicing in the medical field. The eyes of the physician grew wide open the moment he saw Jackson behold before him the bloody body of a child.

"Oh my God! What happened? Was there an accident?" In the whole year he's been working to be the town doctor, nothing so horrific had ever occurred to him. In the past it was either small cuts and scrapes and with minor burses. The only education he'd ever received that he considered was from what he learned by watching episodes of Grey's Anatomy on DVD. Will had no plans in being a surgeon, the only reason he took this job was because he had a good knowledge on the human body and how it worked.

Inside the home were medicines and supplies that were used to help his clients. Upon a shelf were vast collections of books containing information on anatomy as well as remedies, even one that served as a medication cook book; main problem was that Will didn't have the tools to make them. Pills were in good storage and from what he'd read about meds, they'd be good for another year before they expire.

"Lay him down on this chair." The chair Will pointed to reminded Jackson of one of those kinds of furniture that you'd see in the cartoons with the psychiatrist. "Elliot!" He turned around and called out to, "Run upstairs and grab a pillow and blanket." As the boy did was he was commanded, Will checked for a pulse; he was in luck.

"What can you do for him?" Jackson said as he kept his voice down.

"My best guess is that he's in shock. We'll let him rest for now." Will listened into the patient's heartbeat with a stethoscope. "For now he needs to rest." He stood up as Elliot returned. Both young men helped the doctor elevate the victim's head and then covered him with the blanket. "I've never seen this kid before. Have you?"

"I haven't and neither has Elliot."

"Judging from his clothes he's from the city." One look at the outfit the child was wearing said it all. Expensive shoes while everyone out here wore what they could find. A shirt looked like foreign around such a place. And a face that was totally alien to them all. "What's his name?"

Jackson sighed and nodded his head, "I don't know, he passed out after asking me to help him. Me and Elliot found him wandering around in the cornfield while we were on our way towards Parker's farm. Before I could ask him anything he just collapsed."

"So then we've got a John Doe on our hands." Will replied.

"His name's John?" Elliot asked,

"No, Elliot." Will responded, "John Doe is just a name that's used if we don't know the name or the identity of a victim. This name is also used if this person doesn't want to be recognized by other people in case he feels in danger and wants to remain hidden from the public." Will wanted to search the pockets of the child lest he had a wallet with some kind of characteristic that they could use. For now they'd have to wait until the child awakes.

"We need to tell Caden and the Elders about this." Said Jackson.

"Good idea." Will nodded, "And make it fast."

"What about you? Are you still going to be here?"

"I'll stay with him and give you a call when he wakes up."