Mother Knows Best
Chapter One
The sun beamed down at Miles 'Tails' Prower as he sat in a lawn chair reading one of his books on mechanics. The heat was pleasant on Tails' fur, he closed his eyes for a mere moment to soak in all the warmth he was taking in. He was at peace. Tails had moved away from the main city of Mobius. He wanted less violence and adventure, he just wanted to live his life without the fear of anyone he cared about being captured and hurt, so the first solution that he thought of was to move away, and he stuck to that decision. Tails thought that was the best decision he made in his short life. Yes, he may be fifteen years old, but why would that stop him from finding his own happiness? Tails knew it was selfish of him to move away and not think about his friends, but he thought to himself that even most decisions are mostly based on selfishness.
If was for his own happiness and future, he didn't care if his friends disagreed or made a hissy fit on him moving away from them. It was his choice, and he stands by what he chose. No one could change that.
Tails opened his baby blue orbs and glanced up from his mechanics book. His eyes widened, he stumbled as he quickly rose to his feet. His mind packed with worry and major concern as his eyes had caught the – from what he could see – beaten and torn body of a dark mauve female wolf staggering out of the forest that shaded his home and work shop. Tails ran as fast as his small, teenage legs could allow him, luckily for him adrenaline fuelled his stamina and agility right at that moment. Tails had thought that he finally ran far away from any sort of danger, excitement and adventure – that's why he moved to Yukon River, nothing exciting ever happens there.
Tails skidded and he landed roughly on his knees, the grass staining his denim jeans. He nearly collided with the broken and bleeding body – which with a closer and much more clearer look, was a woman whom was far older than he was. Tails caught the woman's body as she collapsed and fell into an unconscious state. Tails was desperate to help the nameless woman, it was in his kind nature to help anyone that needed it, as she really needed it. He hurriedly carried her back to his house, and he laid her on the sofa in his living room. Tails flashed to the kitchen as he ransacked all the cupboards in there, urgently looking for the first aid kit that he kept in case of emergencies. This was definitely an emergency. Tails knew he may not be a certified EMT but he did know how to stop her bleeding and save her life.
Tails grasped the first aid kit that was hidden under the sink, he rushed hastily back to the severely injured girl on her sofa. As he opened the first aid kit, he grabbed the bandage scissors to slice and cut up the woman's shirt half way, in order to treat her wounds. Tails soon came face to face with woman's shredded abdomen. He nippily used the anti-bacterial wipes to clean away all the blood around the cuts that were inflicted on her stomach. Tails used a needle and black thread that was in the first aid kit to stitch up her torn flesh.
Tails had to hold his own stomach contents from spilling out his throat. He was never good with ripped flesh and blood, he was entirely squeamish. Tails took a deep breath and slowly took his time as he closed up the woman's tattered stomach, making sure he was precise with every stitch he made so he did not make a mistake and cause the woman to be in much more pain than she initially was. Tails was really thankful that the woman was unconscious and not awake so she didn't have to witness him sew her flesh together and he didn't want to hear her cries of pain and discomfort.
Tails had soon finished with sewing up her wavering abdomen, thankfully. He cut the unnecessary thread off at the end of his stitching and tightly knotted the end so his stitching wouldn't unravel and her internal organs wouldn't leak out. Tails used new anti-bacterial wipes to fully clean away all the blood on and around her stomach.
He lifted her up softly by the small of the back and used the bandages to wrap around her newly sewn abdomen so in case she wouldn't accidently rip the stitches from her stomach and bleed out. Tails rolled the bandage roll multiple times around her slim front, and then tied the end of the bandage in a tight knot and bow. Tails released her, and gently set her back down against the sofa. He took the first aid kit back into the cupboard under the sink. Tails now thoroughly washed his hands from all her blood.
Tails still didn't know the woman's name, and he didn't know or understand how she ended up in such a horrible shape. He glanced over at the woman whom laid still and lifeless on his sofa. He went back to washing his hands, using the soap, of course. Tails began to wonder where she came from, he had lived in Yukon River for over half a year now and he has never once came across a wolf or her for that matter – he would have noticed if he had seen her if she did live in this small town.
Tails' features softened at the thought of her state, he wanted to know how she ended up having her body torn to ribbons and her guts ripped out. Tails had questioned to himself if her horrid and bloodied downfall was an accident or was it purposely inflicted upon her? Tails hated to think if that was true, if that was the case he very highly doubted that was what she did deserve. No one deserves what she had been through and been wreaked upon. Tails knew that he was quite young to be this smart and intelligent but he certainly understood the concept that there were, and are very sick and twisted people out there in the world he knew.
Tails suddenly snapped out of his train of thought as the running water that has been colliding with his hands from the sink tap ran ice cold. Shutting off the tap he dried his hands with a towel while he looked over at the woman, she would need new clothes, I'll go to the shopping centre before she wakes up, and hopefully she will wake up after I get back, Tails thought as he set the towel down on the side and grabbed his house keys and left his house, leaving the woman all alone.
Tails quickly reached the shopping centre as it was only ten minutes away. He only wanted to get her the essentials a woman needed, even if he didn't exactly want to buy it. As he went through the shop he grabbed a range of different coloured vests that would suit her, and as well as shirts, jumpers, shorts, a skirt, multiple pairs of socks, trainers that he hopefully thought would fit her, and, of course girly shampoos, bubble-bath and conditioners, and as much as his displeasure, he grabbed a handful of basic white underwear and adjustable bras. Tails didn't want to buy those, or been seen walking around with them but he wanted her to feel comfortable from all her pain. Tails had a feeling that she would be staying with him for quite some time, so luckily, Tails had two spare rooms in his house.
Soon after Tails purchased all the clothes that the injured woman in his home would need, he made his way back home fairly quickly. Which was just in time for the woman to be brought back to reality and back into consciousness. Tails slowly approached her, in order not to frighten her. He sat on the arm of the chair beside the sofa she was lay on, he was still holding the plastic bag of clothes and essentials for her. Tails knew he would have to ease her in slowly and gently.
The woman groaned in slight discomfort and a considerable amount of pain. She brought her hands to her eyes, as if to shield herself from the sun blinding her vision, thanks to open window across the room. She slowly and surely removed her hands from her face as her eyes had eventually adjusted and focussed to the light and her surroundings. She caught the sight of Tails and her heart rate sped up for a mere moment as a pinch of fear coursed through her. She calmed herself slowly before addressing him and why is she here, in what looks to be his home.
"Who are you?" She croaked, her throat was scratchy so she coughed to readjust herself once more. Tails sighed for a mere second before answering her question, thankful she didn't scream or yell at him. He certainly didn't like screaming or upset women.
"My name is Tails, you fell unconscious when I got to you, and I brought you to my house after that." She nodded, understanding what he was explaining to her. Tails noticed that she was looking down at her torn shirt and now bandages abdomen.
"Ah, I had to stitch up your stomach as it was ripped open when I got to you." He explained softly and clearly, he also wanted to ask her if she would tell him her name. Tails really didn't want to have himself call her 'girl' or 'woman'.
"Thank you, Tails, for helping me. My name is Kiera, by the way." Tails smiled at hearing her name, he thought it was quite unique and different from other names he had come across in his short life. He had been cradling the plastic bag of her essentials for quite some time before he suddenly realised that he has the bag.
"I had gotten some new clothes and essentials for you. The clothes are just simple colours, blacks, whites, purples, greens, and reds. Nothing really too fancy or too flashy or have that designer appeal to them. I hope that they're okay for you and are the right size." Tails rambled.
Kiera gave him an appreciative look and a small smile. "You didn't need to do such a thing, Tails." Kiera now thought herself to be a burden to him.
He gave her a look. "I think we both know that this was needed."
Kiera glanced down and stared at her bloodied jeans and torn, blood soaked shirt. She laughed at herself. "Yes, we do. Well, thank you very much anyway, Tails." He smiled happily at her. He was beginning to enjoy her company very much.
"Would you mind if I get changed out of these and into the clothes you bought for me, Tails?" Kiera asked him softly and politely.
Tails nodded and began to ramble, again. "Yes, yes, of course. H-here, you go. The toilet in down the hall and the second door to your left, but, if you prefer to change in a bedroom – the third door on the right down the same hall." Kiera nodded, understanding the instructions and directions very clearly.
She began to sit up but winced in pain. Tails saw this and helped her slowly and gently to her feet with his arms at her arms. Kiera flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you, again, Tails." He nodded, happy to assist her. He handed her the plastic bag of the essentials and clothes he bought for her. Kiera nodded and muttered a thank you as she walked down the hall holding her flat stomach as she still feels a considerable amount of pain from it. She choose to change in the toilet.
Closing the door behind her, she used her remaining strength to rip the rest of the torn shirt away, which she succeeded. She shimmied out of her bloodied jeans and stepped out of them. Kiera took out a dark emerald green pair of shorts, and a white vest along with a grey hooded jumper. She slipped them on, now feeling comfortable in the soft clothing. Kiera caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall, she narrowed her eyes and her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. She knew it would take a long time for her injury to heal, and she also knew that she would the scars would stay with her forever.
But, of course, her insecurities got in the way of her happiness and made her doubt herself. Obviously, Kiera was entirely grateful and thankful for what Tails is doing and has done for her. She would slowly and surely pay him back for aiding her.
As Kiera was changing in the toilet, Tails took off the cushion covers off of the sofa cushions and placed them in the washing machine as Kiera's blood was beginning to stain the sofa. Tails started the wash, he stared at the hallway opening knowing that Kiera was down there. He chuckles softly to himself, I moved to this quiet and secluded town to get away from the danger and adventure that was like a magnet to Mobius, but it found me instead, he thought of the irony in that.
It was nearly 12:30pm and Tails thought of how his average day started, he got up and had his breakfast, gotten himself dressed, checked and replied to his emails, and began to finish reading his book on mechanics. Oh, and not to forget finding and helping an injured woman along the way, and buying her some new clothes and bathroom essentials, and, of course, allowing her to happily live and stay at his home. For wanting to leave and avoid the adventurous and excitingly dangerous life behind him in Mobius, he wasn't doing a very good job at it. Tails knew he was too nice for his own good, but he couldn't help wanting to help Kiera as it was in his helpful and kind nature.
AN: This is in the middle of rewriting and editing, so old readers will find some differences when reading through this story again.