I'll Take Care of You

Chapter Two

It took the blonde boy named Niall about two seconds to fall asleep. I wanted to go out to the woods and see how Jason was doing with the others, but I didn't want to leave the blonde boy either, so I stayed. It didn't have to wait long though, Jason was back within a matter of minutes.

 He had one wheelbarrow in each hand, the kind that we use to carry in big meat and the harvest. Two teenage boys were piled into each one and I leaped up and took a barrow out of his hand so that neither of them tipped over.

"Put em out on the floor, okay Kaylie? Be careful though," Jason said to me.

I nodded and began to pile out the boys with Jason's help. We set them on the floor gently, since there was no room left on the couch. When we were done we stood over them, hands on our hips. "Blondie?" Jason asked me.

"On the couch, passed out."

Jason nodded as if this was a good thing. "Who do you think they are?" I asked.

"Probably trouble."

"Well should we help them?"

He blinked. "We don't even know them."

"Yeah, but they look really hurt. And it's not like we're gonna put em back into perfection or anything, they'll still be so hurt that you would be able to kill them just be kicking them where it counts."

Jason laughed quietly. "Okay, fine. Which one do you think is the worst?"

My eyes traveled over the boys, landing on one with olive skin and jet black hair first. He was wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt that was ripped, and through the tears I could see cuts that looked as if they were either made by a knife or an animal, I couldn't tell. His eye was sweeling too.

Next to him was a boy with light brown hair in a plaid shirt and light jeans. He was built a bit bigger than the one boy next to him, and had a clean cut on his cheek that I knew was made by a knife, no animal cuts that neatly. His arm was bent at an un-natural angle that was grossing me out, and his breathing seemed to be cut short.

Beside him was a boy with the most hair. It was a crazy, curly, tangled mess on his head. His ankle was tilted in the wrong direction, going outward instead of towards him, the way it's supposed to when you're laying down and just like the first boy, he had cuts on his stomach, and some running down his thigh which made me think that it was probably an animal since they were almost idential to the first boy.

The last boy was brunnete, and his hair was almost shaggy-like. He looked the least-injured, with nothing but a leg that was bent in the completly wrong way than it was supposed to be and some dirt on his face.

"I would have to go with the dark one. Those cuts look deep," I said, not taking my eyes off of the boys.

"Alright," Jason responded. He picked him up with ease and put him in the barrow, and then began to wheel him into the basement, which was where we hid if there were tornados and also where we kept all the medical stuff, because on more than one occasion we were attacked by an animal or something and needed some help.

We even had a table down there, human sized and everything. Jason set the boy on the table and looked at me, as if I was supposed to know what to do. I didnt, but I did know more than Jason. I took his shirt off, gently, and said, "Go get some of the strips. You know, the soft kind."

Jason nodded and went to go find them while I made an ice pack and placed it on the boys eye, hoping that it would take the sweeling down. Jason came back with the strips just as I was pouring Peroxide onto his cuts and dabbing at them with a towel to get them clean.

I took the strips and began to wrap them tightly around his stomach, hoping that it would at least stop the bleeding. When I was done, which was about two minutes later, I stood back and admired my work. "I don't really know what else to do," I admitted and Jason laughed.

"Just go put him upstairs and bring back the stronger one with the light brown hair," I said.

Jason left and brought him down. I was worried about him, because his breathing was so short. "I think that he has something wrong with his lungs or something," I said simply.

"That's not gonna help him," Jason said, sighing. "What do we do?"

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The next two hours consisted of a lot of ice, strips, alchol and other chemicals to clean out cuts, slings, cutting, taping, and medicne. When we were done the tan one had the strips and ice, the strong one had stirips and some medice that was supposed to slow your breathing and a sling on his arm, the curly one had strips down his leg and torso and his ankle was wrapped, and the last boy's whole right leg was taped tight. The blondie named Niall had a fever so I gave him some medicine that was meant to lower it.

They were all upstairs, in different guests rooms, some together, asleep when we were done, and Jason and I were on the couch, tired as hell. "Do you think they'll be okay?" I asked.

"I dunno. Maybe. We should get some sleep before they wake up."

"Yeah, you're right," I said cloing my eyes.

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I woke up to the sound of, "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Jason and I both leapt up off the couch and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. We ran to the room where the screams were coming from, and saw the brunnette who had a broken leg sitting in his bed, screaming his head off. Now that his eyes were open I saw that they were a pretty blue.

"AGGGGGHHHH!"

"What the hell is wrong with you man!?" Jason screamed back.

I rushed to his bed, "Are you okay?"

"Who are you?" He said back, "Where am I?"

"You're in my brother and I's house. We found you and your friends in his deer trap and brought you in to help you. Your leg is hurt."

He blinked. "Why the fuck was I in a deer trap?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Where are the other boys?"

As if on cue, Olive Skin walked in, looking just as confused and pale. "Louis, what's going on?"

"I don't know Zayn!"

"Why is my hair messed up?"

And, to make the situtation better, Curly walked in, limping heavily. "Zayn where are we?!"

"I just asked Louis, ask him!"

"Louis where ar-"

"I don't know either!"

"But Zayn just said-"

"ZAYN LIED."

"I don't lie!"

And then Strong boy walked in, "Guys what's goin-"

"WE DON'T KNOW!"

Blondie came next, "I'm hungry."

"SHUT UP NIALL!"

"Where are we?"

"Ask the farmer people!"

"Farmer PEOPLE?!"

"YEAH. Deal with it."

"WE WERE IN A DEER TRAP!"

"A WHAT?!"

"Yeah!"

"Why were we in there, Hazza!?"

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" I screamed, and the shouting died out. "Let's start with something simple. Who are you people?"