Flower Child

Chapter Three:

Fabian's P.O.V

It's been three whole days since the boy got beat up he has been unconscious since then.
During those three days, I kept an eye on him. I never EVER left his side. He moved only to turn over in his sleep. I was starting to worry about him. He hasn't eaten anything for three whole days.

As evening came around, I started on my homework. When I finished I made sure everything was in order and ready to be emailed. I emailed my homework, and a few video links to my my professor. When I was done I put my books and folders away, then took a shower. After I was done I got into my pajamas.

Just as I was pulling on my shirt I heard a low mumble. I turned around instantly. The boy's eyes were barely open. I rushed over to his side and knelt down beside him. His eyes fluttered open. He started.

"No no no. It's okay baby. I won't hurt you." I said warmly, gently laying him back down.

I didn't want him to get to excited now. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. I smiled softly at him. He started to quiver. I was scared. He probably thought that I was going to hurt him. But I would never. Never in my life, do such a sinful act. He didn't speak. I smiled at him warmly.

"Hi." I whispered.

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He closed it and just sat there and stared. Then he started shivering. I gently placed my hand on his arm to feel his skin. He jumped.

"Baby....no...baby...." I said trying to calm him down. He was struggling.

He started to whimper and yelp. My heart was hurting.

"No....." I choked, trying to hold back tears. "Shhhhh....it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I assured him.

I pulled him close, holding him to my chest. She stopped squirming immediately. A small whimper escaped his lips. He looked up at me. I bit my lip trying not to kiss him. He looked so perfect, his eyes.....his eyes!! His eyes were blue. Deep blue. Like sapphires. Pure sapphires tattooed in his socket. They were the most beautiful colour I have ever seen in my entire life. He whimpered again. He was looking into my eyes.
Still wondering if he could trust me or not. I smiled softly at him. I gently stroked his cheek. He jumped again.

"Shhhhhh. Sh sh sh sh shhhhh...." I said softly stroking his hair.

"Home." He wheezed. "I want my home"

I looked down at him. He was touching his throat like he being choked. My eyes widened. He was probably in so much pain from what happened the other night. My hospitality mode activated.... I didn't even know I hade a hospitality mode. I gently let go of him. He gently held his throat, tears streaming down his face.
I was eternally panicking now.

"Baby...baby...here...uh....let....tea!! That's it let me make you some tea." I said already running out the door.

It took two minutes to make. When I came up the stairs and walked into the room he was on the floor wheezing for his life. My heart left me. Tears were now FLOODING down my face. I rushed over to him.

"Here....baby...here.....drink this.....shhh....drink it. It will make you feel better." I said gently lifting him up.

I held him with one arm, while holding the teacup with he other hand, so he could drink out of it. I hesitated for a moment then gently moved forward. I gently held he cup up as he took on big sip. He held it inside his mouth for a minute, struggling to swallow it. He slowly did, and when he did a deep moan escaped his mouth. I felt myself get
hard. It was the most filthiest moan I have ever heard.

He looked at me desperately. I gave him more. He kept drinking. Slowly. By the third sip a long sigh escaped from his mouth. He must be feeling better now. He started shivering than looked at me.

"Colduh...." He said.

I instantly ran into the bathroom to run a hot bath for him.....