Milo

round about way

Milo just sat on my lap, not sitting back comfortably but now like he was weighing his options.

Should he jump or not. I didn't mean to sound so scary. I am a sarcastic person but I think taking a gentler and straightforward approach would be nicer.

I heard from my sister who is seven years old that Bluey was the new show to watch.

After spending time at their house I noticed that their house ran on Blueys time, it was unbearable.

"How old are you Milo?" He looked around three or so; he was tall for his age though. I wonder how tall his parents are.

He didn't reply so I just decided to try my luck with something that was simple enough.

Bubble Guppies. "Let's go to the sofa."

Before I managed to hold onto him, he slid down. His legs dangled before finding the floor.

His knee still was red, and each step he tried to take looked like it hurt. Nonetheless I stayed behind him as he made his way towards the sofa.

It was very slow, but rushing him might've made his unidentified injury worse.

Eventually he managed to steady himself on the sofa and I helped him sit down, resting his back on one of the many pillows.

I took this remote before searching for something that looked decent, finally I saw some dog show. The brown dog wore a police uniform, I looked to my side watching Milo to see if he found any interest in this. 

He sat happy, wiggling his toes mindlessly as his thumb was in his mouth. I guess he likes it.

Suddenly I got a heavy, troubling whiff of something. I sniffed the air before noticing the smell came from me. Feeling disgusted with myself, I slowly shimmed of the sofa. And yes, I did look like a penguin but did anyone actually see me.

No. So I am thankful for this dog, police show for keeping Milo occupied. 

Eventually getting away from the sofa and excusing my fear of distracting Milo from his 'interesting' show. Making my way to my room.

Time to shower. 

..

Throwing on a grey over sized shirt, that I normally wore to bead, I heard small irregular footsteps coming to my door. The door pushed and a little foot peeked from the bottom. 

Milo walked through the door, blood on his hands. "What happened?" I quickly held his hands to stop him from wiping them down on his clothes. 

He just pointed down, the small 'graze' that was on his knee burst open. Blooding was gushing out, a regular plaster isn't going to sort that out.

I reached towards my bed to find my old t-shirt, I quickly made a tight knot before lifting him up. He giggled and that made me more concerned, he seemed fascinated by the blood on his hands and not scared.

It was chilling. Yanking my keys off of the hook, I rushed out towards the car making sure to lock the door behind me. Let's go to the hospital. 

Placing Milo in the backseat, he kept poking at the t-shirt a small smile appearing as the red stained the old white top. Luckily for me the hospital was a short drive and before I knew it I was rushing into A&E.

"Sir, sir. What happened?" I doctor bumped into me. "He has a huge cut on his knee and I-" The doctor took one look down and nodded before ushering me towards another sector of the hospital.

He told me to place Milo down and I did so, sitting at the end of the bed. The doctor ran his hands across the keyboard before looking at me knowingly, "Milo." He raised an eyebrow.