Stitches⚣Stony

Two

Who likes the new cover for Stitches? I kinda really like it, even if it is simple

Sarah Rogers would proudly say with confidence that she's proud of how her son turned out, because Steve might not be the smartest cookie or the best child to walk the earth, but he was confident, loyal and had a golden heart. Sarah Rogers sees Steve as the best thing to come out of her rocky marriage, and yes okay, Steve might not be the best and he was no goodie two shoes, but he was not his father which she was glad of.

Today, however, is a prime example how good natured her son is.

This wasn't how Steve intended on spending the start of his Christmas break, he has planned on going home after the bus dropped him off near the supermarket close to his home and get changed into a fresh pair of clothes and then head out with his group, but of course that didn't happen.

He had been passing the supermarket when he heard a cry for help, and Steve with his damn good hearing and always sensing trouble, had of course lurked to find out where the cry of help was coming from and what was happening. He stumbled across a bunch of ill-mannered teens beating up a defenceless homeless man, and Steve being Steve, he wasn't going to allow them to continue.

So, in the end, Steve had managed to fight off 2 out of 3 of the teens that were causing ruckus just because but the time he was fighting the 3rd teen off, someone had phoned for an ambulance after taking in the homeless mans appearance after the beating. The flashing lights of blue and white had scared off all three teens, leaning Steve and the homeless man in the parametric's hands.

"I asked for once thing, Steve, and that was for you to not get into any sort of trouble before Christmas but here we are, in the same place with you injured and another Christmas photo ruined."Sarah Rogers fumes, trying her best not to flip out and break her sons nose any further as she secures a piece of medical tape over his nose.

"I was doing it-"

"For the little guy, I know."She cuts him off, always hearing the same excuse over and over again. She sighs, stepping back and examining the damage that has happened to Steve. His wounds were freshly stitched with paper stitches which would dissolve soon enough, ribs bruised and two cracked and nose broken with a mould over the bridge to keep it in place."But you can't keep doing this Steve, one day you're going to get hurt, badly, and stitches and bandages won't be able to fix it."

It's a mothers groping fear for her son to get hurt, so badly enough that it leaves them scarred, disabled or dead. As a nurse and a mother, Sarah Rogers has had to witness the death of children, the Grieving of parents. It was the worse part of her job, to see a teen of Steves age be hooked up to life support machines or have life saving emergency surgery to fill the gaping hole in the middle of their chest.

"Well when that time comes, it will come."Sooner than one thinks. There's a voice in the back of his head that is telling him, almost like a beg to tell him mom now of his plans for the future, that if he is unsuccessful in school - and let's face it, he isn't doing all that well despite all of the tutoring that Bruce is giving him on the weekends - that he's going to enrol into the army.

Steve knows that Sarah isn't going to take it well, of course she won't. Steve is her only son, the only person in her life not to die or get up and leave. No mother wants to see their child - never mind their only child - head off to war, not knowing if they will return with open arms and kiss to the cheek or in a coffin with the American flag draped across in respect.

Luckily enough, the sensible voice is Steves voice reasons and Steve doesn't open his mouth and speak anything about the army.

"What am I going to do with you, boy."She shakes her head with a sigh. Steve is so handsome and it's a pity to see him battered and bruised, with life lasting scars across his chest and face that only remain because he keeps picking at them before they can heal or are too deep to cover up completely."I need to wrap you up in cotton wool."