When he got inside he left the boy on the floor, situating himself, shamelessly getting change since the boy was incautious anyways.
He stripped down getting on sweatpants before taking off his shirt, he heard thumping and turned around to see the boy awake, smiling very wide at him, Tim raised an eyebrow as he noticed other things about the boy since they were in light.
Dark hazel eyes swimming like pools of death and insanity, brown freckles littered around his nose and the constant twitching.
Tim put a new shirt, the boy watching every move like a predator, but it didn't exactly scare Tim considering the boy couldn't even stand.
"Let me guess, your some wacko that escaped the Looney bin?"
The boy kept grinning and very lately said "haha.. Funny." But it came out as a soft mumble.
Tim bent down so he was in level with the boy, and just observed him. No exactly sure what to do again.
The boy twitched and spasmed like he couldn't go a millisecond without moving, his wore and changed to several expressions, going from happy to mad, to sad, to confused, and so on.
Any common sense this boy had was completely down the drain if he even had any at any given point. Tim realised that he probably got himself into some deep shit.
"Are you hungry kid? You're not like, gonna eat me if I take off your muzzle?"
The boy didn't answer but the glint in his Bambi eyes seemed to flash innocently.
Tim scoffed before dragging him so he was sitting on the couch in a more comfortable position. The boy instantly flopped to his side and made fake snores pretending to be asleep. Even though his eyes were wide open.
Tim watched him for a second before going to the kitchen to make something, breakfast for dinner sounded nice, he ate his food quickly before making a plate for his guest.
"I guess I have to feed you cause your arms.. Just don't like.. Bite me.."
The male laughed at that but said nothing, Tim put the plate down and turned him upright again.
Putting his hands to the back of his head he fiddled with the strap to the muzzle before loosening it. He slipped it over his head.
The boy blinked getting used to the feeling as he moved his jaw to side to side. Tim noticed the horrible healed scar on the side of his mouth working its way up his cheeks before abruptly stopping.
The boys eyes fixed on him and Tim swore he could see the gears turning in his head through them as if he was making up his mind what to do.
And then he lunged, Tim tried to dodge but failed when he felt something sharp sink into his shoulder, wincing he instinctively pushed the boy off on to the floor where he landed with a thump, laughing his ass off.
Tim put his foot on his back I pressing down so he wouldn't escape as he slipped the muzzle back on. Once the male realized it was going back on he screeched and tried to flail around. But after the successful click of the clip locking, laid there sobbing.
"I said no biting dude!" Tim said followed by a hiss, his shoulder was on fire.
He sat the boy up again, snot was running down his nose and he was all out bawling. Even though he was just attacked he still felt a pang of sympathy.
That's when Tim looked at the muzzle again and noticed the little latch at the front, like a small door where he could fit a spoon through, but not his hand. Perfect.
He opened it, the boy stopped bawling instantly and opened his mouth instinctively. Tim blinked before getting a spoon full of eggs and putting it through the hole. The boy latched on instantly, biting down on the spoon as well before crying out and spitting it out.
"Well duh its gonna hurt dummy, stop trying to bite everything." Tim scolded lightly.
They went through it a few more times before he finally got the hang of it. Now just eating very greedily, sucking off what was on the spoon before spitting it out and then opening his mouth for more.
Tim fed him 3\4 of the plate before the boy started to shake his head aggressively, indicating that he was full Tim guessed, so he stopped feeding him.
"Now what? Man you really stink, what the heck were you even doing in the woods?" The boy was covered in dirt, reddish brown smudges that looked suspiciously like dried blood and yellow stains.
The boy whimpered before laughing and Tim felt a wet spot before he looked down to see the growing new yellow stain on the front of the hospital gown.
"Oh come on!" Tim yelled jumping up
"You think its funny? That's my couch your peeing on Dingus."
The boy continued to giggle.
Tim sighed before lifting him up off the sofa and carrying him to the bathroom putting him in the bathtub. He went back to see the stain on his couch, covering it with newspaper now, he'd clean it later.
"Are you going to attack me if I try to give you a bath?"
The boy actually nodded this time and at least he was being truthful.
Tim thought about it, he really didn't want a stinking physicopath in his house. He got a pretty much dumb idea.
"Don't go anywhere." He mumbled before heading to his room, digging through his drawer before finding what he needed. Two pairs of handcuffs.
)get all kinky thoughts out of your mind, it isn't that kinda story yet.(
After some debating he decided to keep the muzzle on.
"Hey kid, I'm taking the jacket thingy off so you can be washed alright?"
The boy just simply hummed.
When he took the straightjacket off, surprisingly the boy didn't do anything, Tim quickly grabbed both of his arms and cuffed them to the water handles, the boy blinked and started bending his arms.
He smiled and sat crisscrossed obviously pleased with having his arms free to an extent.
Tim took a moment to observe the boy now, his arms were covered in nasty bruises and healed scars that were thick.
He noticed that his gown had a tag on the front, with words, he carefully took it off since it had buttons in the front, he'd look at it later, right now he had to get this smelly kid at least humanly hygienic.
He scrubbed the crap out of him, getting layers of dirt off with the shower on overhead, his skin was sticky with urine and he tried not to look as he scrubbed in between his legs.
Tim was 26 and this kid couldnt be any older then 15 judging from his size he didn't want to be marked as a pedofile.
The kid didn't seemed to mind at all, to preoccupied with bending his arms and moving them around.
He scrubbed his hair clean, and with conditioner got most of the knots out with his hands. After rinsing him and letting the water drain, he dried him off real good.
He'd tried to brush his teeth some other time, right now he feared that mouth.
The boy looked loads better, though he was extremely malnourished, his ribs could be seen if you looked closely.
What the hell kind of hospital is he from? Tim thought as he in handcuffed the water taps, slowly helping pull the boy up as they walked down the hall.
