Caged [BNHA]

Chapter Three

~Enji's POV~

I woke before all of my morning alarms from a terrible nightmare. In my dreams my parents had locked Enya in a cage and shipped her off to some stranger, like a pet. It had felt so real it made me feel nauseous. Shaking it off, I hurriedly changed into my workout gear before speedily making my way to her bedroom.

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I reached her room, only to find her absent from it. Her bed was already made, but it was much too early for her to be up for the day. Panicked I turned to race off in search of her and almost smacked into my father.

His piercing blue eyes narrowed as I almost ran into him and he straightened out his suit though it was still perfect, "what are you doing?" He scowled at me.

"Where's Enya?" I asked worried.

"In the sunroom being seen by a doctor." He replied in a cool tone, "any other unnecessary questions, I'm behind schedule enough as it is?"

"No, Sir." I bowed my head and he walked away without another word.

Once he was out of sight, I raced downstairs to the sunroom. The sunroom was more like an indoor botanical garden. Enya was lying on a plush chaise lounge covered in warm blankets, she was propped up with comfy pillows and there was currently an IV administering fluid in her arm. Her cheeks were flushed with fever and she appeared to be sleeping restlessly.

The doctor, a longtime friend of my father who'd never dream to report any of the bruising he'd found on Enya and I over the years, was checking her vitals as I slid to a stop next to the chaise lounge. He didn't even cast me a single look as he continued checking her vitals and making notes on a small pad of paper, he kept tucked in his breast pocket.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Is she alright?"

The doctor let out a soft sigh and fixed me with an annoyed look, "it's not a matter for children." He said dismissively.

I clenched my fists, "clearly the adults don't give a damn, so tell me what's wrong." Fire flared around my fists.

"She'll be fine once her fever breaks. It's probably just stress and exposure to elements, seems she must have slept with the window open last night." He said in a dry tone as he set up another IV drip for fluids before packing up his things.

"Aren't you supposed to call someone about the bruises on her face?" I asked him coolly.

"I've always known Enya to be a clumsy child. It's not really a concern." He replied before walking away. He sickened me about as much as my own parents did.

I knelt next to the chaise lounge and placed a hand to her forehead; she was burning up. I looked at her arm with the IV in it and realized some of the cuts she'd received from her escape attempt had been rebandaged. My heart sank again. That meant Father probably knew she'd tried to run away. I noticed the Calcifer plush I'd gotten her the night before poking out of the blankets next to her neck and smiled softly to myself. At least she seemed to like the new plush.

I noticed one of the maids Enya seemed close with lingering near the door. If our parents knew that she got so close to the staff they'd be furious. "Would you watch over her for me?" I asked the maid.

"Of course, young master." She seemed overjoyed that I had asked her and scurried into the room she already had a cold compress in hand.

"Thank you." I took the cold compress from her and gently laid it on Enya's burning hot forehead before reluctantly taking my leave.