Bruises. That's all I could see. Bruising all over his body. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to his ribs and stomach.
"Come one, hop in the shower." I sighed, "There are towels in that cupboard, and soaps and things like that on the shelf beside the tub."
"Wait." He called out.
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Isabella.. Do you remember where you live?"
He shook his head, hair falling into his eyes.
"What do you remember?"
"My mother and father.." He began.
"You remember where they live?"
"South. Big house."
"What is their last name?"
"Cullen." He said. "Father's a doctor.."
"Your father's a doctor? Do you know which kind?"
"Children.."
"He works with children, yes?"
He nods.
"Would you like me to see if I can find him?"
He nods again.
"Alright, I'll leave you here and let you sort yourself out."
"T-than.. thank you."
"You're welcome."
I left him alone and tidied up a little, put washing in the machine, and put away dishes. I dried my hand on the towel, dug out my laptop and searched for 'Dr. Cullen+pediatrician' let's see what this gives me.