forum Protect the Boy (O/O Mature)

Started March 02, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

Bryan didn't look up at her. He kept he head dipped heavily with his mouth half-open. "Right, I think we'll be fine," He mumbled, shaking his head slowly. "I'm just saying there is no point of putting them in jail."

“Maybe they’ll feel regret. You never know, Bryan.” She told him softly,. “And even if they’re happy about it, we’ll make sure they don’t get to feel it for too long.”

Bryan shook his head slowly again. "No, I do know. They don't feel anything like that. They're not afraid of you. They're not afraid of prison. They'll just break out if they have unfinished business, which they do. Me. They didn't kill me."

“They won’t get to you. I promise that on my life.” She said, completely serious. “I pledge my life to the safety of the people in this town. You won’t be touched by them again.”

Bryan moved slightly on the bed, glancing up at her, then back down. "I'll hold that to you, then…" He scooped some of the sauce on his lap into his mouth in a burst of hunger.

She nodded curtly, sitting a little awkwardly. She might have been a professional but she was still young. “Is there anything you need?”

"No, I'm fine," The boy mumbled over his spoon, scooping the liquidy sauce out of his cup. He would probably want more applesauce. He liked applesauce.

“Feel free to ask for me whenever you need something.” Her demeanor had changed from a cold detective to a warm protecting figure. It didn’t fit her cold blue eyes.

"I will," Bryan said softly, finishing off his cup and setting it up on the little table that was pulled up for him. He laid back with a wince, moving one of his IVs around carefully before relaxing.

Eleanor watched him catefully. She had hoped she could get answers out of him. But she was afraid of upsetting him. “Can I ask you a question?” She said softly once he had finished.

Bryan glanced at her with a soft sigh. "There's nothing stopping you," He prompted, shifting to look at her better.

“Did you get a look at your attacker?” The second the words left her lips she knew it was a mistake. “You don’t have to answer me if it’s too traumatic.” She replied hastily.

Bryan looked away from her immediately, shifting his shoulders so they were pointd away from her.
"No. I only know there were a few people."

She cursed under her breath. There was more than one. They were dealing with a group homicide. It could be a cult, or just some deranged group looking for fun. “I’m sorry to ask that so soon after your recovery.”

"It's fine," The boy mumbled, not looking at her. He relaxed into the pillows. "I'm going to sleep some more."

“Alright. Get good rest.” She told him softly, standing suddenly. She could do her work now.

Bryan didn't respond with anything, he just shifted against the pillows. He shut his eyes once she left.

(Skip?)

(I can)

Eleanor was fried. There were times she got into a repetitive habit of working herself to the bone, ignoring lunches and stressing herself out. Today was one of those repetitive cycles. Actually, the whole week had been a cycle.

But she still made her way down to Bryan’s room, wondering if the kid had gotten any better. She hoped now that he had a little more time awake, he wouldn’t be feeling so hopeless.

She put on her best smile when she entered the room, clutching her folders closer to her. She planned to do a little work down here while she chatted with the boy. “Hello Bryan.”

(Thanks)

Bryan had a relitively good week. He was able to relax and take medications that helped him sleep and be in less pain as the doctor replaced his wound's dressing. The nurses were nice and spunky, and their energy gave Bryan some of his spark back.

Until… physical therapy came along. The attackers had stabbed their knives and shot him so deep, it damaged the tissue severely. Especially in his legs and spine. So… he was signed up for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for Physical Therapy in is legs and hips.

It was literally hell, for poor little Bryan. The working of his muscles hurt as if he were being stabbed through again. But as the days ebbed by, it got better. They let him swim in the basement pool, where he spent most of his day being guarded over by a nurse and detective named Riley.

Bryan was sitting up in his room, having heard that Elenore wanted to talk to him. Riley was sitting at the boy's shoulder, smiling at their friend as she entered. Bryan bowed his hesd slightly in greeting.

Eleanor glanced at Riley, smiling sweetly at the other detective. “Hello Riley, doing well?” She asked her co-worker, moving to a seat. The folders were opened in her lap. With her head down, it was harder to see the deep bags under her eyes. Her bloodshot eyes lifted to Bryan’s face. “How has your recovery been?” She asked him softly, yawning. The papers in her lap shifted as she leaned forwards, wincing at the pain in her back from long hours of sitting.

Bryan shivered slightly at her red eyes, making sure to turn his face away. Riley returned the smile and greeting with a "I'm good, how are you? You look tired…"
Bryan shrugged when he was spoken to, sighing softly. "I'm doing okay, and my recovery's fine," He mumbled to his lap.