The Thin Man -Chapter Two (I am as good at naming chapters as I am at naming stories) AN: Sorry for the delay I have just spent a few weeks on vacation with no internet access. And I am about to head out again today so there might not be another chapter for a while. Thanks to all of my reviewers you do make my life a little more bearable.

********************************************************** The nurses had laid Anthony down on one of the beds in the nurse's station. They were treating him as best they could with what they had. But that still didn't change the fact that their experience and supplies were more equipped to deal with broken noses and split lips from the occasional fight between the boys. And also the occasional broken limb when someone fell while climbing a wall or a tree on a dare. Even then the simple fractures the boys sustained were no comparison to Anthony's wrist, which looked completely shattered and his leg was broken in several places at least.

They also was nearly impossible to close the wound on his shoulder. No matter where they stitched it just would not stop bleeding. It also wasn't helping that Anthony was jerking and thrashing around. A noise came from the back his throat. It wasn't words, it never was. Instead it was a kind of keening high pitched sound of despair.

The nurse had only heard him make a sound like this once before in his life and that was years ago. The first year Anthony had arrived at the orphanage there was some sort of celebration. She didn't remember exactly what it was but part of the festivities had involved a large bonfire. All the children had gathered around and toasted marshmallows and sung songs, all but one. Anthony had come but refused to move less then thirty feet from the fire. Some of the older children who had mistaken his fear for shyness took him by the arms and proceeded to drag him towards the fire. They had absolutely no malicious intent and the worst thing that could have happened to Anthony was that he might has burned his tongue on a hot marshmallow. Anthony however took one look at that fire then suddenly he was fighting and screeching like they were planning on using him for kindling. The boys who only had the best of intentions stopped but did not let go. They did not know that the boy who was with them most likely watched his family die in a