Boy from the Sky

by AshallynDXA

Catalyst; Something that triggers a change. In New Tekkit-Topia, things have been on shaky grounds for a long time. Across the sea, an unknown force is calling his banners. King DJH3MAX, Ross to his friends, is calling his as well. But when a boy falls from the sky, one very different from Ross and his people, and war on the horizon, how far will one man go to save his people?

4. Chapter 4- Cuts and Scrapes

Chapter Four- Cuts and Scrapes

"What the hell?" says Trott, already out of his seat and running down the stairs. Smith and I are quick on his heels. "Oh shit. Ross, get the kit! Now! He's still alive! Smith, help me carry him up there!" When Smith brings up a man cradled in his arms, I can already see at least two bones bent in the wrong direction arm and leg. Thankfully, his back and neck look ok. I motion for Smith to set him down on the table, having just cleared all the maps and reports off of it. Quickly, I start at his feet and work my way up, dressing wounds and checking bones.

By the time I reach his waist, it's well into the afternoon. When I reach his ribcage, it's about seven, maybe even eight. Trott and Smith have left; they didn't disturb me, for which I'm thankful. He's so hurt, I think, shocked. There were so many little cuts and bruises, as well as some cuts that were far more serious. Thankfully, only one broken bone. For the first time, I bother to check his pockets for an ID. Reese Jackson, it says. An American. What's an American? I shrug, put the wallet aside, and continue my task.

Three broken ribs and five cracked ones later, I arrive at the nasty cut across his chest. I already know it will scar, and having seen all the blood on his shirt when he was first carried in, I know it's his most serious wound. I slap my forehead, berating myself for my stupidity, remembering too late that my hands are covered in blood. Now there's a bloody handprint on my forehead. Lovely. After dressing the wound, I move to the cut on the side of his head. The blood had dried; that meant it was older than the others, but not by much. After a quick look at my medical books, I determine that this is what knocked him out. I dress that as well, and go off to find Smith.

Once I find him, I discover he's curled up with Trott in the den, watching a movie. They've both already fallen asleep, so I leave them alone. I'll just have to carry the boy- no, Reese- to the guest room myself. When I return to the map room, Reese is trying to sit up. Cussing, I rush over and gently push him back down.

"You still have to heal!" I shout, furious with my charge. "I just sewed up those cuts of yours, and set all the bones you've broken! You will be careful!" He looks up at me with a mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of fear.