“Good.” Was all she said of the situation. It was all a little to convenient. The Eryile’s were killed and suddenly their child shows up, dumped in an alley. “Whoever did this - whether it was a group or not - are either incredibly sly and tactful, or absoulute idiots. They left him alive.” She said softly, running a soft hand through the boy’s hair as some sort of comforting action.
“They’re tricky to find. What do they want with such a family?”
"I think it was the first, boss. We have to be cautious of what this boy tells us." The elevator opened up for them, onto thee medicine ward. He walked in, announcing there was an emergency to the nurses and doctor chatting. They all looked up and the doctor immediately rushed forth as the nurses found a room for Bryan. The doctor carefully took Bryan, and the pair of detectives were taken to a room hastily thrown together.
“Good hell this is one damn case.” She cursed, running a hand through her bleached hair. She still hated its color. As the doctors moved franticall, Eleanor seemed calm and collected. Of course she still worried for the kid and his life but they had the best doctors around. Detectives were hurt often on job. She found herself standing in a hurried room, her arms folded over her chest.
Coby set the boy down, who twitched. The doctor gave orders to the nurses and he went to patching and stitching the wounds skillfully and swiftly as to stop bleeding. Coby stepped back to Elenore, looking down at her. "I think they said they'll be done soon. But Bryan might want sleep."
“Mm I’ll stay here for now. I want to be here when he wakes.” She told Coby with a kind smile. It seemed unlike her. “The closer I can get to him, the better.” She has to get close enough he would tell her everything, but she had to be careful. If it got unprofessional problems could occur.
"Oh? Alright, then. Well, I'll bring you up a pillow, then," Coby promised. "I'm goingnto head on home. Call if anything interesting happens." He smiled and gently tapped her shoulder before turning out of the room.
The nurses had started up fluids and chatting to each other about how he'd probably some blood. The doctor nodded in agreement as he clipped a few stitches.
“Thank you Coby. Have a good night.” She told him with a soft nod. He was kind, she was glad to have him on her team.
The longer she watched the more impatient she grew. Bryan knew things the other family members would never be able to tell.
A few minutes later– or hours– they finished. They had hooked him up to many machines and given him a few IVs before leaving. The boy had been given medications for pain and sleep, so he was nodding off by the time he and the detective were alone.
Eleanor groaned as she curled up into a bedside chair. She was a little exhausted. The work of that day was just too much. She stared st the boy, humming softly to herself.
(Did you want to skip?)
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(To when he wakes up?)
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It was a few days later. The doctor– Doctor M. Reri– believed Bryan had suffered a concussion and was in a vegetative state. Though, those few days later, Elenore got a call that the boy was awake. When she arrived in his room, he was still hooked up to the eerie-looking machines, one of which was beeping gently in the background. The boy was eating a small cup of applesauce, his gray eyes wide. His hair was washed and was a floaty, thin blond around his head.
Eleanor stared at him, wondering how responsive he was going to be. “How do you feel?” She asked the boy upon arriving, sitting down on a bedside chair. “I’m Eleanor.”
The boy turned to look at her, his eyes sunken in haughtily. He looked very upset, but also very dull in the eye, as if he didn't want to be there.
"I feel terrible. Why did you let me live?"
She leaned back, raising an eyebrow at his words. “Life is a valuable thing. I wouldn’t want to lose it.” She replied, studying his face. He responded to her, so maybe he was a little more there than the doctor had thought.
"I would," Bryan said dully, looking down at his lap. "Surely you would know how much pain I would be in, Elenore." He glanced back up at her, his eyes rounded even more, though they somehow looked duller.
“Of course I don’t.” She replied flatly, looking at him with a kind expression. “I haven’t gone through anything of the sort. But, I can imagine what you’re going through.” She said softly, looking down. “I’m sorry Bryan. I’m trying all I can to bring the people who did this to justice.”
"Why bother?" Bryan asked with a sigh. "They already did their job. They already got what they wanted and stole everything from me." He picked up his spoon to continue eating with a deep sigh.
She was only slightly shocked. She had met broken clients more often than not, but this poor kid had lost everything including the want for justice. “You don’t want them to get what they deserve?” She asked softly. It was rather hard to get answers from someone who just didn’t care. It was harder than getting those crazed with a list for justice to answer.
"No," The boy said dully. "There'd be no point. None at all. They'd be in prison, but they all would be smiling that they were able to do away three of the best people ever; my mom, dad, and grandmother."
Eleanor closed her eyes, shaking her head. She knew she was being unprofessional here, so she corrected herself. “Well, I do. It’ll be safer for you and others if they’re in prison. I’m not about to give up.” She stated, rubbing her face. She had stayed up late filing paperwork and working on their latest case. She was exhausted.
"It's safer for other people if they are dead. But what good will that do?" His voice was heavy and dead again, instead of the somewhat emotional tone he held in it. He went back to staring at his applesauce, hardly eating it.
“It will keep others from dying. I’ve dedicated my entire life to that, Bryan. I’m not going to change your mind about it, but I do ask for you to try and see my side.” She flashed him a kind smile. “I want us to get along.”