Chapter 2: Caught on a Wire
"Hey Kid! Stop running! You're only making it worse for yourself!" Davis called to the kid as he ran after him.
But regardless of Davis' warnings, the kid did not slow as he made his way through the winding streets of the giant city. Running as though his life depended on it; he ran into an alley hoping to loose Davis, but his luck wasn't that good. There was a chain linked fence at the end of the alleyway and he was trapped with Davis hot on his heels. He quickly summed up his options: either go for the fence or risk getting caught and taken back to him. Looking behind, Davis rounded the corner and came running into the alley. There was his answer. He decided to go for it. The kid quickly ran up to the fence, grabbed onto it and began scrambling as fast as he could, hoping to get up it before Davis got to him. As he reached for the top of the towering fence, Davis was at his feet. But before Ty could even touch him, the kid slipped, causing the barbed wire to slash through his worn out jeans, and continue its drive, deep into the flesh of his thin little leg.
"Aaahhhhooww!" The kid screamed out in pain. His first instinct was to struggle and he cried out in pain again as he found that his instinct only made things worse; burying the barbed wire deeper into his thigh. Davis quickly grabbed a discarded wooden crate, and using it to make himself taller, he became more even with the kid, as he was going to attempt to lift the boy higher up off the fence so that the pressure of the kid's weight would be lifted off of the digging barbed wire. But before Davis could really get the right footing to pull off his plan to help, the kid; (in now excruciating pain) fell forward; at which time his weight caused him to be ripped apart from the grasp of the barbed wire and flip over, landing in a bone crunching heap on the other side of the fence. The thud was followed shortly by yet another cry from the small boy, only this time it was worse because of the emotional agony felt behind the terrified scream. Ty could definitely tell that the kid was in worse pain than before. And he only hoped that it was just from the fall.
Davis quickly pulled himself up and over the fence, quickly clearing the barbed wire, to land on the other side next to the boy. Now, before kneeling down to help the kid, Ty, catching a better look, quickly made a mental note of the boy's appearance. Although he didn't know for sure, the kid looked as though he couldn't be any older than about seven. He also got the impression that the kid was doing all he could do distract himself from the pain. Except for the harsh intakes of breath through clenched teeth every now and again, along with the earlier cry at the moment of impact, the kid was now completely quite. He seemed to be refusing to accept the pain. Instead, slightly rocking himself as he laid there sideways on the pavement, he concentrated on something else in his thoughts. He cradled and held his wounds, as though holding himself together, as he shut his eyes tight and clenched his teeth. But concentrating on what? Ty guessed, on becoming in control of his quick breathing. Yet the grimace on his face told Ty that the pain was definitely there, no matter how much the kid tried to hide it. He also noticed that the boy looked like he was being swallowed by his clothes, which wasn't good, because on top of being big and baggy they also looked like they had been tossed through a shredder; and those two things combined and placed on a stick thin kid during a New York fall season, was only asking for trouble. Not to mention his shoes, which weren't in any better shape. Davis also saw that the large gash on his left leg was not the only cut that the kid had recently received. Apparently the kid also had a busted lip, another cut above his left eye and his right eye was swollen with a rainbow of colors. Davis wasn't exactly sure how he could have gotten those markings from the fence incident, but then again the kid did have quite a nasty fall, so maybe it was possible. At least that's what Davis found himself hoping for.
"Hey, kid. You're going to be ok, alright? Just sit still ok, don't move... Sully, I've got him in an alley off of King's Avenue. By Gentry's Market. And we're gonna need a bus. The kid has sustained some injuries from a pretty bad fall." Davis called over his radio.
"10-4. Davis. I'll be there soon," Sully voiced over the radio.
"10-4. Boy 55-3. To King's Avenue, in the alleyway of Gentry's Market."
Soon Sully arrived, leaving the RMP parked out on the street, followed by Alex and Bobby, geared with stretcher and all.