When the boy awoke his head was pounding, light seemed like the enemy to his eyes only worsening his head. He squinted attempting to block out the light and let out a low groan, alerting the man.
"You're awake?" His tone quick and business-like.
"Yes." His voice was groggy from sleep.
"Does the name Ciel Phantomhive sound familiar?"
"No." This time he was more awake and began sitting up slowly and surveying the area fidgeting with the newly placed surgical mask. He was on the floor covered by a blanket. His arm was put in a make-shift sling and his jacket was missing. No longer with its warm he pulled the blankets around him.
"It's your name," This time the man's voice was muffled by the sound of food as he walked around the shelf placing himself in the boy's line of view, eating what looked to be a granola bar. "and I'm Sebastian. You're generally suppose to eat warm foods when you have a concussion but we don't have that luxury right now. Most of the food is spoiled back there. Not to mention most of the the canned goods and other good stuff has already been taken so all we have at the moment is this." He said gesturing to the granola bar in his hand. All the information bounced around in his head, thoughts mixed together in a confusing mess, "Wait... Who am I?"
"Ciel Phantomhive."
"And you're-"
"Sebastian Michaelis"
"Right... What happened to my arm?"
"You dislocated your shoulder."
"How long does it have to stay in a sling?"
"About a month, give or take. You should still be able to move it, just not above or behind you. "
"My head-"
"A concussion, give it time."
"How do you know so much about this?" This time his voice adopted an accusatory tone, catching Sebastian off guard. Sebastian dropped his quick know-it-all tone and simply stated, "I was in Med school."
"Where's my jacket?"
"Here." He said lightly,
pulling it off a shelf and handing it down to him. "Asthma inhaler, college ID and your phone. Nothing interesting- unless you can unlock your phone."
Ciel looked took the jacket and sifted through the pockets, finding the same three items Sebastian had said. He took extra time to inspect the identification card, staring at the face of the boy on it. The boy was young— still a child, he hadn't felt like a child. The whole face seemed off, it didn't feel like it was his. It felt like a picture of someone he hadn't seen in years and couldn't place the name of. He held the phone up to eye level examining himself in the reflection then looking back at the card. The faces were similar, the card showed a child's face and the reflection showed the same face but sunken and scrapped. Both faces shared the same distinct feature, an eyepatch. He put the card down and with a trembling hand pulled down the eyepatch and let it fall down around his neck. When he looked back he saw a different face, something that would appear in nightmares. The eyepatch had covered the hole where his eye had been, he could faintly see inside the socket though the tinted reflection, scars covered by hair appearing to be scratches leading to the socket. The sight was horrible, his whole body revolted against it. He dropped the phone, his stomach lurched, his breathing became frantic, his heart raced threatening to jump out of his chest.
"Ciel, the inhaler."
The boy grabbed the inhaler and breathed in the medicine, slowly calming himself down. He wanted to know what happened, to him, to his eye- who was he?
"W-What happened to it? Wha-what did this?" Ciel asked through ragged breaths, his voice heavy with fear.
"I'm sorry. I don't know, the scratch marks look human but I can't say for certain. All I can tell is that it wasn't recently. The scarring has faded quite a bit so I would say whatever happened happened years ago. It's probably best not to dwell on it." Ciel hadn't noticed when he had crouched down to his level, or for that matter when he began to re-tie the eyepatch. He had only know the man for less than an hour while conscious and already depended so much on him. This did not sit well— entrusting so much to a stranger.
"Here, you should drink something." He said, standing up and handing down a bottle of water. Ciel was with no doubt in need but refused no less.
"If I wanted to hurt you I would of done it. You need to drink something."
This time Ciel accepted to bottle, but refused to meet the gaze of the man instead looking straight ahead.
His whole body ached. The searing pain in his head only faded mildly as the day pushed on. The sky darkened followed by the fierce cold, the multiple blankets and jacket did nothing to help the pressing weight on his chest. Though as time wore on he soon fell asleep.