Wanted and Unwanted.

Chapter one: I'm safe?

Thank you for liking the Prologue, tell me about the first chapter. ~kind-78.

She gently guided him with the sled he's lying on, carrying him towards her warm home, it took her awhile with a BIG amount of effort. Eventually she finally made it, and opens the main entrance to slide him inside. She pulled the sled closer to her kitchen, that held the most light and heat in her entire home. Now safely inside, she catches a good glimpse at him.

Ever so gently she brushed off his hair from his face. She saw that he had bags under his eyes, and as far as she could describe, he looked extremely worn out from obtaining his injuries both old and obviously new. (an old visible scare raked his arm.) and the epic journey coming here.

Her eyes stared at said injuries. They looked pretty deep, deeper than she thought they were, especially eyeing on the one scorched on his chest. It made her worry, if bubbles come out from his lung cavity. It meant something far worse, and very server if that does happens then he will be dead no more than a few seconds.

Knowing that now is critical, she raced down stairs to her lab --well, it once belongs to her father, but he retired long ago and now it’s been handed down to her.--- she's now been using it to help others by giving refuge, and inventing other things to help her life long friend train, by inventing obstacles for him to practice against. And many other necessities.

She quickly gathers important necessities that will help the dying boy. Finally satisfied, she carries a small tub of medical supplies, that will just be enough to stop the bleeding. Running back upstairs, she went to him, carefully she took off the now blood soaked coat from his chest and took out a syringe and a small bottle that held anetisha or knockout gas people would prefer it.

She took his arm, straightens it in a leveled manner she found a tourniquet, and quickly wrapped it around his upper arm, the elastic caused the boy's vein to swell with blood and she then poked the needle in.

After giving him the right amount, she saw his body twitched a little then fell still afterwards. Using a lamp with a bendable pole, she took from her desk and aimed its light at his torn side, hidden under his raggy clothing. Taking a pair of scissors, she cuts open the worn fabric with ease, she gracefully examine the open tissues and placed another needle to collect some blood samples, and injected some antibacterial fluids in him in case of an infection.

She then, went back to get an oxygen tank and mask giving him a steady supply of air, and with clean washes hands she began to search any other internal major artery or organ damage. Thankfully; there wasn’t any broken or torn major organs or any other, just a few arteries that can be easily fixed by her sewing the flesh back together. She then, rummaged through her bin of medical supplies and found some tools to help seal his flesh together.

Speaking of which, she flosses through some surgical needle, and placed the pointy bit over a lighter’s fire. Once done she had no trouble with closing his side all together, finished and happy of her work and seeing no sudden outburst of leaking bubbles, she then pulled out a roll of bandages and some salve she made sure that each stitched scar was wrapped up tight for him to properly heal.

Looking for more wounds, she completely went unnoticed by the fact he has no shoes or gloves when finding him outside. Each hand and foot held ugly scratch marks, and lodged dead material from crawling through the forest grounds, and whatever else he has tread on before the storm. She found another clean surgical needle and syringe, filling it with some more numbing liquid, and reached for pliers, and uses it to take each foreign object out adding more antibacterial medicine, she placed more bandages on his feet than his hands.

‘Man! I never knew that whatever’s happening in the south could do so much to him. But why? Who is the main problem? Who did this in the first place?’ she wondered, really unsure after seeing more of his mysterious past. The unconscious boy was completely painted in scars that it terrified her to the point of her thinking back onto her said friend who went there to investigate and she still worries for the guy. She hadn't seen him since the last year.

Sighing after a hard days work, she gathers every used thing back into her bin. She then took her bin back downstairs, and washed her hands. After that, she went to one of her few guest rooms and prepped it for her new arrival. She rummaged through some drawers, and found a pair of bright blue pajamas for him and hurried back.

Carefully, she took the bloody blanket from under the unconscious boy, and his raggy shirt and vest and gently replaced it with the pajamas. She button up the shirt, and awkwardly did the same for his lower half.

She began pushing the sled forward hard wooden floorboards aren't easing her at least to the foot of the staircase until reality check hits her.

‘Scratch that this is pretty worse than last time!!’ she mentally slapped herself, dealing with another problem. She has to climb a flight of stairs to the guest room she made for him, now that the sled wasn't anymore of a useful tool, sighing she rolled up her sleeves and like last time she steadily carried the boy to the room after taking off his oxygen mask.

Knowing that if she messes up his condition will sky rocket downwards, and all her hard work will be in ruins. Baby steps after baby steps of what it felt like an eternity of carefully pulling him up to the room, she finally made it and gently placed him on the bed silently happy seeing the covers were off making it a bit easier to place him after dragging him up to the second level.

The girl gently tucked him in the bed and quietly tiptoed out into the small hallway, she gave herself a tiny victory dance and races back downstairs to get the oxygen mask and tank. she went back inside the room, placing IV bags on his left arm and placed a tracker on his finger to monitor his heart rate since it was only a small walkway between the bed and wall, it looked more convenient.

She smiled happily now that her patient is safe and secure, she can now thoroughly clean her kitchen and make herself a nice breakfast, since her small breakfast snack made her stomach even hungrier than before, while making her new guest some soup an old family's recipe. Chicken noodle soup.

She ate her breakfast while the pot shimmers with the ingredients bubbling inside, she thought back at the boy's face how he looked skullen and tired it clearly shown through his body posture and how he breathes in his sleep, he just seem to give up on whatever that had happened in his life as it appears to be.

She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard wobbling foot falls coming down the stairs, she got up from her seat at the kitchen, and head towards the living room where the opening of the staircase is in. Carefully, she went up and hide behind the kitchen door, and to her astonishing surprise she saw her guest finally up and moving!

The boy’s hair reached down his lower back, maybe a couple of inches longer, and his large bangs looked hilarious as they spiked in every angle. What took her breath away, was when he turn his face around, his eyes were a striking color. A color that was very hard to ignore, it could set chills onto whoever spine once seeing a slight glimpse. His eyes were a memorizing blue close to sapphire but they were also close to ice as they reflect both in hunger and nervousness.

She smiled sweetly at him seeing the boy so nervous, and utterly confused at where he is, making a small audible fake cough to catch his attention. It did work but the look he gave her, tells her otherwise. His eyes flashed in surprise, and bewilderment, and of course fear, as he stares right back at her with his memorizing blue. But he never came near.

“Hello.” she softly spoke, and showed her hands to him, offering no threat. “umm sweetie. What are you doing up?”