“Miss are you ok?” Sasha rushed to the prone figure on the floor, and realized it was boy. He was hardly clothed and he lay facedown. Sasha flipped him over and saw it was Miru. The boy was unconscious, bruised, and bleeding. He was wearing the same frilly maid outfit as the night before. The skirt was torn and Mirus body was on full display. Sasha was worried to see the boy was bleeding from multiple places, including his anus. Three broken and half full bottles alcohol were strewn on the floor.

“We need an ambulance.” Sasha said into his radio, and cradled Miru in his arms.

“It’s gonna be ok.” He told the unconscious boy. Officer Chekhov heard Sasha and came to see what was going on.

“Is she hurt?” He said, entering the room. He could only see mirus butt and didn’t realize he was male until he crossed the room and came around the other side of Miru to see him better.

“Oh, it’s a young man. He looks injured.” Chekhov placed two fingers to mirus neck to check for pulse.

“We have to get him to the ambulance, he might be going into shock.” Said Sasha, “he was being beaten when I arrived.”

Sasha lifted Miru easily, the boy was malnourished and thin. He carried him to the ambulance and lay him on the stretcher. He watched as the EMTs cut off the dress and wrapped him in a blanket. They gave him and IV and examined him.

Sasha hovered near by.

“Will he be ok?” He asked nervously. “I met him last night when I was scoping the place out. Please take good care of him.”

“He’s gonna be ok, but we have to take him to the hospital. He’s got at least one broken rib and some internal bleeding. Someone put something up his butt that doesn’t belong so we’re giving him an enema too. He’s suffering from alcohol poisoning, were assuming the alcohol was shoved up his butt.” Explained an EMT.

Sasha felt sick. How could someone treat a human like that?

Miru was still unconscious and had to be supported on his side so he wouldn’t choke on his vomit. He had started throwing up in an attempt to rid his body of the alcohol. The EMTs were preparing an enema to flush out as much alcohol out as possible. Sasha watched them try to poke tubes up Mirus bottom, but Miru woke up thrashing around. He was delirious and drunk. He sobbed, confused and scared. Sasha pushed through the circle of metics and placed a hand on mirus shoulder.

“Miru it’s me. I came back like I promised. Were here to help you.”

Miru looked into Sashas eyes and settled a bit. He recognized Sasha.

“officer slava...” Mirus speech was slurred and his eyes unfocused. The medics tried again the give Miru the enema. The boy flinched when they touched him.

“PTSD to being touched there.” Sasha suggested, and the medics nodded.

“He’ll need a lot of therapy, that’s for sure.” Said one.

With Sasha’s help relaxing Miru the we’re able to administer the enema. They took a breath test and blood test to see how much alcohol was in his system.

“He’s gonna be ok. We got to him in time.” The EMT told Sasha. They wrapped him back up in the blanket and loaded him onto the ambulance. They let Sasha stay with him.

“I feel sick.” whispered Miru.

“I know. Here, lean over this bin.” Sasha supported the boy and held his hair out if the way as he repeatedly threw up. Finally Miru exhausted himself and fell into and unconscious state again.