Alone and Forgotten

Adjusting

    Brock's POV:
   
    We had just gotten into the house and the kid seems to like it, which is really good because he seemed really upset in the car. As soon as I unlocked the door the kid ran in and paused when he saw my brother sitting on the couch. Just then his breathing started to pick up and I could tell, he was mortified. "Hey kid it's okay" I reassure him trying to calm him before he freaks AGAIN.
He starts to calm down but I can tell, it's going to be a while before he's used to this new life. So I stand and watch as I see this twelve year old kid running around my house. My brother tries to engage him but it seems like it's better to let him do his own thing, I mean what else do you do when someone just wakes up from a coma after who knows how long. So I sit down next to my brother "Hey can we have shifts taking care of him?" I ask, " You found him, you take care of him, besides I have school in the morning" He says I can't help but laugh at his response but I guess it should be expected, I mean what kind of 17 year old wants to babysit? "Fair enough" I say shrugging this will take some getting used to. It's just been Nath and I since our parents passed.
Just then we hear a crash coming from upstairs we both look at each other then bolt " kid!?, you alright!?" I yell knowing sure well I wouldn't get a response. When I open the door to his room I see him in the corner quaking, a trail of blood on the ground along with a vase a very expensive vase. I run over to him and he is terrified, like I was going to hurt him. "Hey kid, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise, let me see it" he held out his hand and sure enough he has a long cut on his hand. " luckily you don't need stitches" I say with a chuckle. He just looks at me for a few seconds, throws himself onto me, and just starts balling. I think this'll take some getting used to for all of us.