Storm
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" Blood cells pixelate, eyes dilate, and the full moon has got me gazing down upon the street at night."
"It's raining again." Dr. Matthew Williams sighed as he stopped walking and looked forlornly at the moon out of the large, rain splattered window. He was making his last round about the hospital, checking upon his patients. The thunder boomed in the long hallways startling him slightly, but not enough to distract him from his noble task. He began walking again clutching his chocolate chip colored clipboard, scribbling various notes about his dear patients. Matthew's youthful face held lines of worry well beyond his years of age, but his eyes were still very warm and welcoming. Matthew 's eyes were a calming shade of lavender that his patients found soothing and trustworthy, but were still sharp enough to perform the most extensive and complex surgeries when needed.
Matthew sighed again and ran a hand though his just about shoulder length strawberry blonde locks and headed towards his office door that was but a little way further down the corridor. As much as he loved his job, and took joy in helping people and saving lives, he was still quite lonely. Yes, his patients adored him and viewed him as a kind soul with a brilliant mind and his co-workers thought the same, but he was looking for a deeper, special, or more rare kind of love and adoration that happens maybe once or twice in a lifetime.
Matthew, of course, had relationships with girls and boys alike he met through blind dates set up by colleagues or speed dating. But all these relationships were short lived because either they were golddiggers or way too needy, not understanding that as a physician his life was very busy, and his time was precious and limited. He was a man with obligations that must be obliged, and he needed to be on call at any moment. That didn't mean that he didn't adore and cherish his partners, but they just couldn't understand his commitment to his job, so his relationships usually dissolved quickly. Matthew wanted so badly to find someone to love unconditionally and have the same feeling returned completely, no strings attached. Someone that he could eat pancakes with in the early mornings and laugh about everything and nothing until milk spewed from their noses, someone to tell all his deep secrets to and not be judged, and someone to whisper "I love you" to in the middle of the night before sleep draped its arms around their warm bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace. Matthew placed his hand upon the golden handle of his pure mahogany door and slightly moved foreword to press the door open, but stopped suddenly and cupped a hand around his right ear and pressed it upon the door.
He could hear faint sobbing leaking through the door into the quiet hallway, the thunder having ceased and a light drizzle sprinkling the ground like fairy dust. His first impulse was to hurry in to help the poor soul, but he suppressed it to the fact that he was truly puzzled as to who or what was currently residing in his office. He took in a deep breath and rationalized that there was only one way to find out as he slowly pushed the door open.
"I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself and needs in other peoples dreams. Now Buzz, Buzz, Buzz…Doc there is a hole where something was…Doc there is a hole where something was…Doc there is a hole where something was."
The room was dark, only lighted by the full moon, giving the office space a ghostly glow .Matthew had to give his warm lavender eyes, framed by slim clear glasses a secondto adjust to the darkness of the room. Rubbing his eyes he focused his gaze upon his darkbrown desk, and his gaze turned wide-eyed. Sitting in his lavishly cushioned black deskchair was a young, no older than sixteen, wheat blonde headed boy. He was curled up inthe chair hugging his knees to his chest in a death grip, and the grip had become even tighter due to Matthew's presence in the room. The boy's glasses were set upon his desk, while his lightly flushed cheeks were stained with tears and there were more threatening to fall from his clear sky blue eyes. Matthew gulped as the child raised his sorrowful eyes towards him; there was a flicker of fear in his bright eyes, but more a look of need…in desperation…of a helping hand. Matthew sucked in his breath lightly; this child was quite striking, beautiful really despite his broken state at the moment.
"Um…hello there…I'm Dr. Matthew Williams…are you ok?" Matthew said in a voice barely above a whisper. He knew his question was quite redundant, seeing as the kid in question was a crying mess, but what else could he ask? He knew nothing about the boy, where he came from, or how he even got into his office.
"N-no." the boy answered in a soft, and light baritone voice. Matthew thought it the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his twenty-five years of living and was helplessly trying to clear his head and stomach of the butterflies and the classical music that plagued his body at the slight and sound of the boy.
Matthew tried to make light of the situation, edging a little closer to the boy, but not missing how the boy tensed up in defense.
"Not much of a doctor if I cannot tell when someone is okay or not, eh?"
The boy said nothing, but his trembling red lips turned slightly into what might be the reminiscence of a smile, but it quickly faded due to his tears threatening to spill again.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down there, I am not going to hurt you…I'm only here to help you." Matthew held up his hands and took as step back to try to show the precious boy that he meant no harm.
The boy just stared at him sky blue eyes gazing into his very core searching his light lavender depths for any sign of untruthfulness. Finding none, the boy sniffled and looked to Dr. Williams with a little light of trust in his eyes.
"My name is Alfred…and I'm a hero… but I cannot even protect myself… look at me here crying, heroes don't cry. It is pathetic." Alfred's voiced cracked with every rising syllable he spoke, but there was courage there peaking its way through his voice as he tried desperately to wipe the tears from his face with his sleeve. Matthew could only stand there in wonder of what exactly this boy was going on about and what type of situation is he faced with.
"Aw, it's alright young man, do not fret, even superman or Spiderman cried at sometime in their life I'm sure…and what's wrong, are you hurt? Do you need me to check you out? And whom are you supposed to be protecting your self from? Are you in some type of trouble? Where do you live? Are you lost? Do you need help finding your home?" So many questioned buzzed through his lips like a waterfall he was afraid he might overwhelm the already emotionally drained child.
"Home…home… nonononono…I cannot go HOME! Alfred shot up from the chair and backed into large glass window the lighting outside cracking behind his back in obtuse wide shapes. Matthew took a step back afraid, but more surprised at the boy's sudden outburst.
"Why can't you go home?"
"Just can't."
"Look, you have got to give me more than that, you're sitting in my office that you somehow got into, you're crying…and all I know is that your name is Alfred and you are a hero apparently." Matthew said softly, but with enough assertiveness to show he needed a straight answer. Matthew walked over to where the boy stood so that he was only but a few feet away from him, leaned on the desk slightly, and waited for a reply. Alfred sniffled again and began to reply.
"I can't go home. Not tonight. It is not safe. Not that it is ever safe anymore…"
"What do you mean? Come closer, please and let me have a look at you." Matthew's eyebrows began to knit together and an anxious worried feeling bubbled in his stomach. Alfred froze stiff at his post with his back pressed to the window, but then slowly pressed off the window, a small part of him somehow trusting the young doctor with eyes like lavender pools of calm. He walked shakily over to the doctor, his clear blue eyes watching him intently for any signs of danger, and ready to bolt for the door at any moment, but not knowing where in the world he would go to anyways. Matthew stood up straight and softly placed his hands upon young Alfred's shoulders, trying to ignore how he flinched when he did so, and then inhaled a soft, yet sharp breath again, this time taking in Alfred's fresh scent of apples sprinkled lightly with honey.
As he looked down at Alfred through the thin frames of his glasses, he could see the sadness colored in the beauty of his sky blue eyes and the same wariness beyond his years that marred Matthew's face was found in Alfred's youthful, round, and seemingly soft face as well, but definitely for a different reason, Matthew was sure. As he studied the boy more intently he noticed how frazzled the boy really was. His pumpkin orange t-shirt was torn in several places, especially around the neck, the button on his jeans was torn off and his brown overly large bomber jacket had the marks and signs of a definite struggle of some sort. His wheat colored hair was matted in strange places so you could see where his scalp was a deep red as if it had been roughly pulled repeatedly and recently, his small, but lovely red lips were slightly chapped and swollen, and the apples of his cheeks held a strawberry blush that he wanted to believe was from the cold and rain, but he knew better.
Something was terribly wrong with and in this precious boy's life, something way deeper than surface wounds…something that a few bandages and band-aids could not mend. Alfred could only watch silently hoping on the inside that this doctor could help him…hoping he wouldn't have to go back there tonight…he would like to feel safe for just one night…and safety and warmth seemed to radiate from this doctor. As Matthew eyes began to darken to a deep violet as his worry intensified, he took another long gaze into Alfred's sky blue eyes and sighed deeply, bowing his slightly. He saw the innocence and silent pleading in Alfred's eyes and knew three things all at once. One, this boy was definitely special, a true fallen angel with broken wings he ached to fix, two, he absolutely had to help this boy for the torment in his blue eyes called to his very soul, and three, he had a long difficult road ahead of him with this boy Alfred, but his life may be changed for the better, but only by making it through the storms that lie in wait ahead.