Toby was on his way back to Scorpions werehouse after leaving to by some eggs for breakfast. As apparently a group of geniuses with a combined IQ of over 200 can be bothered to remember much. When the sight of a small body laying in the middle of the small alley way next to the werehouse manages to catch his attention in the dim morning light.
"Please don't be a dead body. please don't be a dead body." Toby mutters under his breath as he walks up to the unconscious child. Pulling out his cell phone to dial Walter O'brien, while checking for a pulse. Today sighs in relief as the child chest rises and he feels the strong pulse. He presses the call button and only has to wait a few long moments before Walter answers.
"Hello, Walter. We have a... Very... Complex situation that needs immediate attention." Toby says as soon as possible.
"What happened? Where are you?" Toby could here Walter already starting to move around. Probably motioning for the others to get ready to leave the building and help with whatever is going on.
"Im in the alley next to the werehouse, as for what happened. I don't know exactly but there is a kid out here whose so beat up, he's lucky to be alive. If I had to guess I'll say some one a lot bigger then him really didn't like him." Toby answered Walters questions in a slight panic "look, just get out here as fat as possible, and bring something that can be used as a streacher." hanging up, Toby started tolook over the child counting the buries and taking perticular notice of the large hand prints,numerous cuts, protruding bones, and scars that littered the poor child. Hearing footsteps rushing towards him Toby looked over his shoulder and called to the others, "Hey, we're down here! And don't bring Ralph!"
Walter and Paige rushed toward Toby, laying down the makeshift cardboard streacher. "Why would we bring Ralp? You said there was a hurt child!" Paige whispered angerly as if she would wake up the poor boy at their feet.
Toby glared at Paige whispering back, "I don't know, but better safe then sorry that you traumatize a small child." turning to Walter, " okay, help me set him into the ststreacher. And be careful i don't know if he has anymore less obvious injuries, and we don't want to cause him any more harm." with a nod from Walter, who was starring down at the child with dangerous look on his face. Toby turned back to Paige. "Paige me and Walter are going to left him up just a bit and when we do you need to slide the cardboard under him."
"Alright, just be careful okay? The poor thing doesn't need any more pain." with a nod from both Toby and Walter they moved on to either side of tiny body with Walter lifting his legs and Toby grabbing onto his shoulders they lifted him just enough for Paige to slide the cardboard under him. Then they each grabbed there side of the makeshift streacher and carried the little boy inside.
Setting the streacher onto the floor in front of the small couch Walter and Toby once again lifted the child. This time setting the kid onto the couch. "Okay, so this kid only ways like 40 pounds. Which is severely underweight as he is probably close to Ralph's age, maybe a little younger. But since he's so malnourished he could be any where from 5 to 10 years old. Also some of those bruises look like hand and fist marks and most of the cuts and scaring looks deliberate especially the burn scar on his left hand." Toby explaed to the group as he was gathering first aid supplies. Happy with what he has gathered Toby walked back over to the couch where everyone was standing, staring at the child sadly. Quickly patching up all of his visible wounds Toby started checking for any broken bones, finding at least on broken rib and heavy bruising on his chest. "He was probably kicked here a few times." Toby muttered as he heard Paiges small intake of breath. He then listened to the childs breathing and heart rate for any odd patterns and upon finding none. Toby stood up from his crouched position and looking around at the worried faces announced, "He his pretty beaten up but lucky docent need any emergency attention. We can safely move him up stairs into the spare room, and hopefully he will wake up soon and is willing to explain what happened." Toby then added "And let me look him over for any sighs of a concousion." as an after thought of what injuries the poor kid may have received from his tormentor.
"So the kids gonna be fine?" Happy asked glancing down at the bandage body. "And do you need help carrying him up?"
"Yeah physically he'll be fine, psychology though we'll have to wait and see." Toby paused looking around a bit for anything that needed to be moved so he wouldn't trip whilst carrying the kid up stairs. "And like I said the kid weights at maximum 40 pounds. A bird could carry him up stairs or even a strong wind." Toby pushed a few things aside, grabbed Harry and walked up the stairs and into a bedroom so that he could sleep the injuries away in peace.