The cop looked to Fletch, Fletch looked at me “I need help with words.” I waved my hand “you shouldn’t have brought me here I am fine.” Fletch looked at me and his ears went down “Please forgive me,” I looked to him confused he pushed me to the lady and poked my ribs. My body filled with pain and I tried to stand tall but broke and my hands clung to my ribs in pain. The woman called for other nurses and an X-ray Fletch ran alongside me as I was put on a bed and wheeled into a hallway Fletch held my hand and the people wheeled me rather fast his hood came down and his ears and wounded face stood. “Fletch your hood!!” I tighten my grasp on his hand he shook his head “it doesn’t matter as long as you get help.” When I was wheeled into a room Felch watched out of the way and a doctor came in, “okay so major pain in the rib cage area how long has this been going on?” I sat up and shook my head “it’s just a bruise from falling down the stairs right Fletch?” I started to him in hopes of him backing me up. “Doc door may I speak for the small?” the doctor looked to Fletch and paused and gestured for him to speak “he was attacked by a group of male smalls about the month ago and that day he told me of the broken cage of bones. Please forgive me small I want your help I will protect you next time.” The doctor sighed and looked to me “do you understand his language?” I waved my hand “there is no need there are people who need your help doc you need to go with them.” The doctor looked me in the eye and pulled up my shirt without warning looking to my ribs he groaned and his hands crept up my body and Fletch groaned and clenched his fist. “What are you getting so worked up about?” I said as the doctor pushed a painful spot, Fletch looked to me then turned away as if so hurt by the sight of my wounds “I don’t know the words but it’s like you are my small and I am mad.” I scoffed and laughed “I am not your small,” his head flung to me and he looked to me heartbroken “right uh sorry.” The doctor sighed and rubbed his face “you are so lucky to have someone who was so worried about you. This is not just some silly fracture this is bad we just need to know who bad.” He ordered around the nurses and I was wheeled out and Fletch followed they put me in a dark room and Fletch was kept out. They had me change into hospital clothes and got X rays done then they kept pushing for my name, in the end, I gave it up. After a few tests, I returned to my room while the X rays did their thing it would take two hours and my father would be here is half an hour. I didn’t tell fletch and did my best to tell him to go home. “I will not leave your side.” I laid in the bed and I was given some IV pain meds and I sat rather numb. I watched the clock, “Fletch my father will be coming here soon please don’t start too much fighting okay? Just let him hit me it’s how he teaches me right from wrong.” Fletch looked to me with eyes of worry he looked away and began to do pushups and other exercises he could in the size of the room we were in. Minutes dragged on, the door slammed open and my father stood he slammed it close and I looked to my lap as he raised his hand to me striking my head as many times as he wanted to thank god Fletch was in the bathroom. “Do you know how bad you make me look when I have to pay all of your hospital bills?! Do you know how bad I look to my higher-ups at work when I have to leave early because of you!!” Suddenly my father stopped his shouting I slowly looked up to see Fletch grabbing my father’s wrist. “Get away from my- the small. Fletch’s hood was on and he towered over my father the most my father could see was his mouth and maybe his nose. My father scoffed and pulled his arm in hopes of freeing his hand from Fletch but failed. “You got a little friend now that's something I never thought would happen.” Fletch pulled my father and grabbed him by the collar on his shirt, bringing him to his face. “I don’t think I will ever understand humans, you disgust me attacking your own offspring.” Fletch threw my father from his grasp looked at him “I don’t want you around my son, using violence so easily.” Fletch chuckled and moved his arm from under the cloak and lifted his head “You use the word violence on me but not yourself maybe I should give you a taste of your ways.” My father froze not really knowing what to do yet he scoffed as his body shook when he spoke, “you wouldn’t dare, I could tear you from your house.” My father said he ran a bank, including a few illegal loan sharks gangs on the side, Fletch cracked his knuckling. “Why would I want a house with you humans,” Fletch charged my father I closed my eyes in fear of seeing a murder, after a moment of no sound I slowly opened my eyes. My father stood frozen with fear Fletch’s nails were long an inch away from my father’s neck. “If my small was not here I would have ended you.” Fletch backed up turning away and my father, grit his teeth. “I don’t want you coming around the house anymore.” My father said looking to me as he left “you are not my son.”Fletch’s eye was animal like and I felt my body freeze I clenched my eyes closed, Fletch clung to me and my body flickered with pain in my ribs. I opened my eyes and I felt Fletch’s body shake. “I was so scared you were going to get hurt.” Fletch scanned me for any new injuries and patted my head and sat there stroking it. He slowly sat on the bed inching toward me, “I do not understand this urge to call you my small.” I looked to him and he gently put my head to his chest and I sat there before I knew it I was fully laying on his bare chest, half asleep. He sighed “I like this,” he said stroking my head, I gently touched his hair as he looked into my eyes his, white hair and ears shined like tiny strands of silk. I gently touched his ears rubbing them, he groaned and I paused. “Does it hurt?” he shook his head “no I do not understand the English word for this feeling but I like it.” I kept doing it watching as he just watched me he then grabbed me and licked my neck and breathed on me. He licked my neck and moved to my ears biting them playfully. “Hey Fletch, that's enough,” I pushed on his chest and he looked to me and I could tell that feeling he didn’t know the words for was he was turned on. His eye looked me down, and he pulled at my shirt lifting it up he licked my stomach avoiding my wounded chest, his hand crept down. “Fletch no more stop,” I sat up and he kissed me and his hand crept around on my back and I managed to get him off of me. “Fletch stop, no more,” he looked at me his breath hot and his chest and scars stood sweating, “are you okay?” he panted and crept back to me and licked my neck and rubbed his clothed boner on mine. “Fletch stop, please no more.” Fletch rubbed it harder and I tried not to moan Fletch seemed to be gone lost to some sex animal.I grabbed his ear and yanked it he groaned and he stopped and rubbed his head, he spoke his language and then looked at me I fixed my shirt as I looked away Fletch stood and backed away. “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to, oh my God what did I do,” Fletch fell to his knees his hands clung to his head. “Fletch calm down I am okay you didn’t do anything too bad,” I said pulling my shirt down and thinking of what had just happened my heart racing he turned away “I will let you do what needs to be done the smell of uh I don’t know the English word ugh.” Fletch rubbed his head and looked to me “could you go and get me some food?” I said looking to Fletch he nodded and left I heard as he asked a few people walking by where the food was. I sighed and laid back hearing my father’s words my heart dropped I would never be able to have a home I would be homeless for the rest of my life no way to wash clothes correctly or heat up food. No way to get back on my feet the wave of my mother’s death came over me despite the years I had been without her. The death of our dog, the moving out of my brother, and the years of abuse from kids and my father. My heart thrashing around as I thought about being alone for the rest of my life being lost in ocean of people and being in a crowd yet so alone being eaten alive by my own darkness and thoughts I broke tearing at the skin on my wrists and clawing at my head as if I could happen to tear open my head and rip the thoughts from my head. I heard the door open and Fletch stood, holding a tray he set it down and came to my side the door closed behind him. “Small are you alright?” I whipped away the tears and held my ribs “it still hurts better bad when I try to move”. He handed me my food, I ate not long after the doctor came in “mister Gale who do you feel?” I nodded and finished chewing “good thank you, doctor.” Fletch looked to the man and stood from the chair at my side, “doc door may I ask do you have good news?” the doctor looked to him “Are you the father?” Fletch looked to me confused at the word father, “I do not know the word further?” I waved my hand “It’s Father and it’s the male creator of an offspring.” Fletch looked to me then to the Doctor, “I am not his further but he is my small now.” I felt my face go hot and I facepalmed “Sorry he doesn’t have great English he is trying to say he is looking after me right now while my father is away.” The doctor paused “I thought a nurse said he had come to see you?” Fletch nodded and scoffed “my father had some work to do and came to make sure I wasn’t going to die.” The doctor nodded and Fletch scoffed “I fear he was doing quite the opposite small.” I grabbed Fletch’s sleeve and sat him down “sorry about him.” The doctor smiled and chuckled “it’s fine I have had to deal with far worse, anyway mister Gale your ribs could have seriously healed the wrong way next time please come in straight away.” I nodded and the doctor held an elastic bandage wrapping my body after a long explanation of how to deal with my ribs and medications I had to stay the night. Fletch sat in the bed with me reading a book from the lounge area of the hospital to practice. A nurse came in “visiting time is over.” Fletch looked to me confused “can he stay he doesn’t know the way home and can’t speak good English.” The nurse looked to me and sighed, I nudged him and he spoke his language and I sighed and gave him some nonsense words that sounded something like his language and looked to the nurse. “Fine but this is between us okay,” I smiled and she smiled and left. Fletch et down the magazine and grabbed my hand “I want to teach you my language.” I looked to Fletch and his eyes were filled with hope, like some kind of child asking for a toy or candy “What is your language called.” Fletch smiled and paused I got out my phone “I do not know how to say it in English.” I downloaded very good translation for 5 dollars it quickly downloaded and I went to and started it up and handed it to Fletch. “Say the name of your language,” Fletch spoke and I looked to the screen and it rang out “old Norse.” I groaned and sighed “it’s a dead language.” I said looking to him, he paused “it is not a living thing how could it be dead.” I waved my hand and the app didn’t understand anything else he said. We stayed up all night working on introductions and easy things, by morning I had a few things written and correctly said. At noon we left and I was wheeled out to the parking lot by a nurse, “where is your car?” I stood and she grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the chair her strength surprised me, “I will wheel you to your car sir.” she said with a death grip on my shoulder. “I don’t have a car,” I said looking down thinking to my father and his harsh words and a memory of my mother came to mind as I remember watching her wither away in the hospital due to cancer. “I can call you a cab,” I stood and she let me go “I don’t have any home any more thanks though.” She called out to me “what about your family? I could call them to get you a place to stay.” The thought of my brother came into my mind and I brushed it away not wanting to drag him down. I kept walking Fletch followed walking back to the woods I kept working on the language with Fletch. I went to CVS and got my meds, “that's 17.85” I sighed and dug into my pocket and pulled out my last twenty, I handed it to them and watched as I got every penny. “I guess I need a job now great. And I have school I also need to stay with you.” I rubbed my head as I left my bag of meds in hand I kept on, passing the school as it let out, I saw my teacher waving and I smiled waving back, they came over and looked at me and the bag. “what's that for?” I lifted my shirt and showed the bandages on my chest and gestured to the bag, “pain pills for 4 broken ribs.” He nodded and looked at Fletch and tugged on his hood, I spoke in old Norse “this is my Spanish teacher.” Fletch nodded and held out his hand “I am Fletch.” My teacher shook his hand and looked to me “I didn’t know you spoke other languages.” I rubbed my head “I am learning but it’s hard,” the teacher tugged on his shirt “I know a few French, Spanish, Mandarin, Arabic, Italian, Russian, German, Korean, Japanese, and a few others may I take a crack at his language?” I nodded and the teacher spoke a few languages and Fletch looked at me confused. “What is he doing?” the teacher stood and sighed thinking everything out. “Could you say something in your native tongue?” I said nudging Fletch, he began shooting off I didn’t understand any of it. The teacher gave deep sigh and put up his hands “I give up what is it?” I held my head high and looked to Fletch, and smiled “old Norse.” My teacher stood dumbfounded, the group of boys caught glimpse of me and headed toward me. “Hey, buddy we were beginning to think you run away.” The lead guy put his arm around me as if I was a close friend who he had missed as was going to catch up with. “Well teach catch you tomorrow,” The boy said patting the teacher’s chest, as he pulled me from the safety of the teacher and the danger of the streets. Fletch followed confused after we got away from the teacher the boy pushed me down and smiled. “I do love the game of hiding or run which will you choose?” I quickly stood and began to run away from him my side filling with pain, I tried to lose them in a neighborhood but it didn’t work my injuries slowed me down and the group of five surrounded me. Fletch held my hand tight and they chuckled “go home, you fucking pedophile.” They insulted Fletch and he stood there, they began to kick and throw rocks at Fletch he drew a knife and pulled me to his chest using the knife, he deflected the rocks and stood he glared down the kids and I held his hand and spoke old Norse “Stop.” I repeated it and pulled down his arm that held the knife taking the knife I sighed. The lead boy grabbed something from his backpack and I watched as a machete was pulled from the bag. (Anything in bold is spoken in Old Norse.)
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