Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Protection

A/N - *screaming* also the beginning of this is literally (even the trafficking part) how my character was introduced into our D&D campaign 🤣

A/N/F - HELLO!!! Y'all know the drill! This is a hot mess and I'm gonna fix it!

Alexander's POV

Tears streamed down my face as my legs went numb and my joints ached. I don't know how long I've been in the box but there's one thing I do know. Boxes mean a new bad man. Bad men having been hurting me since Mama died. I was thirteen. Now I'm sixteen. I heard voices by my box and I tried to quiet my breathing. Maybe if they thought I was dead they'd just throw me out and I'd be free. I couldn't keep myself under control. Tears streamed down my face and I was shaking uncontrollably. I heard shouting and I gasped. "Step away from the box!" A man yelled, there was more obscure yelling and I started sobbing. I've never been so afraid in my life. I heard the wood around me splinter and I took a deep breath. I was gonna fight whoever the hell was gonna buy me. I saw a bright light and I started pounding the shit out of the bad man trying to grab me. I screamed and fought but they were too strong. "Hey, hey! It's ok! I'm not hurting you! Calm down!" I collapsed in exhaustion against the man and I sobbed into his uniform. "You're safe." He started to help me stand and I stumbled, collapsing on the ground. The man scooped me up and my vision got blurry. I tried to focus them but I just couldn't. I wanted to sleep. I just wanted to...

   I jolted awake and screamed. Where was I? What were these weird wires on me? What was in my nose? Why was there beeping? WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE? "Stop screaming! Hush! Shut up!" Some lady yelled at me, I cried and screamed until a familiar face came into view. It was the man. The one who broke my box. 
   "Shhhhh. It's alright! You're safe! I promise!" I stopped screaming as he carefully approached and the other woman started trying to connect something I had pulled off myself in the hysteria. I scrambled away as fast as I could and the woman rolled her eyes. 
   "Fine." She stalked out of the room and I started to cry. 
   "Hey...My name is George. What's yours?" Tears slid down my cheeks and he gently sat in the chair near the bed. "Ok. You don't have to talk if you don't want. Just know that you are safe." 
   "N-No more bad men?" I whispered hopefully. 
   "No more bad men. I promise." He assured, I wiped my eyes and the man smiled. He had wavy red hair and blue eyes that complimented his strong figure. "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?" I sniffed and frowned. George smiled and carefully stood up.
   "Where am I?"
   "You were rushed to the hospital. You blacked out shortly after I picked you up." 
   "I-I did?" 
   "You should be alright now but the hospital needs to run some tests to make sure you don't have any issues. Ok?" He beckoned someone from the hall and the mean lady can back in. She went to touch me and I scrambled away. he pressed forward and I whimpered. No where else to go... George pushed the woman away and she stormed out. "You need to let her." I whimpered again and sniffed. "Why won't you let her help you?"
   "Sh-...She's mean. She tried to stab me!" I whisper-yelled. Anytime I spoke it was never above a whispered, making George lean in occasionally to hear me. 
   "My wife is a nurse. Will you let her help you?"
   "Is she mean?" 
   "No. I promise." 
   "Ok..." I whispered, George left the room and I rubbed my eyes. I felt so tired. My legs hurt and every sound made me jump. George came back with a small brown haired, brown eyed woman and she smiled lightly. 
   "Hey, sweetheart. My name is Martha. How are you feeling?" She asked sweetly, I didn't speak. I didn't want her to hurt me so I stayed quiet. "I need to put an IV in your arm. It's gonna hurt a little bit but it'll make you feel better. Ok?" I glanced at George and he gave an encouraging smile. Martha took my arm and gently prepared to put the IV in. She put the IV in and whimpered from the pain. "There. See? All done." She smiled. "Now. It might itch but don't touch it. Can you do that?" I nodded and she smiled. "Good. I need to take some blood so we can run some tests. We just want to make sure everything is in order." She smiled, I nodded and she smiled. She pulled out another needle and I bit the inside of my lip. She took my blood and brushed a curl out of my face. "You're all done." She smiled. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I shook my head and George's phone went off. He grumbled something and stood up. 
   "I have to go back to work but Martha is gonna keep an eye on you. Ok?" I nodded and he smiled. "I'll check in when I can." He started to leave and I grabbed his sleeve. I glanced at Martha and he smiled. "Martha, will you give us a moment?"
   "Of course." She smiled, leaving the room. 
   "Do you have to go?" I asked sheepishly.
   "Yeah. I have too. I'm a detective here. I'm trying to catch all the bad men that hurt you." I sniffed and he smiled. 
   "They're still-"
   "Not for long. You're safe. I promise." 
   "But-" 
   "Here. If you need me you can call me." He handed me a flip phone and showed me how to use it. "I'll drop by after work. Ok?" I nodded and he left the room. I bit my lip and Martha entered the room again. 
   "Hey, sweetie." She smiled. "We need to do one more thing." I frowned at her and she smiled. "I need to evaluate all your injuries." I nodded and she smiled. "Can you sit on the edge of the bed?" I nodded and let her help me sit up. My legs now hung off the bed and Martha was standing in front of me. She started with my arms, putting ointments on my bruises and banging cuts. She then moved on to my chest, treating bruises and cuts again. She was gentle, always asking if she could continue or if it hurt and giving me breaks when it did hurt. She explained that she had to swab around my...areas to get DNA of the people that hurt me. She was gentle about it and did it quickly so I would be uncomfortable and unclothed for long. Then she treated my legs and smiled. "All done. Get some rest. I'll come check on you in about half an hour." She smiled, helping me lay down. "If you need me press that button there." She indicated a small green button on the bed, turning off the lights and heading toward the door. 
   "Thank you." I whispered.
   "No problem, honey." She smiled, leaving the room.