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He opened his eyes and blinked, twice. It was dark. He looked around and saw nothing. Oh, that was right, he did use glasses. Where were his glasses? He was really thirsty too. Where was he? He made to sit up, but it sent a sharp pain through his back and he let out a soft whimper. It was quickly gone, and he slowly made his way out of the bed and to his feet. It was a pretty large bed, he observed. Now, to find some water. He stumbled around in the dark and finally found the door. He gasped when the light stung him in the eyes. Was he dead? Was this heaven? He must be able to find something to drink, if this was heaven. But as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that it was just a large corridor. He walked on, looking for something to parch his thirst.
"What are you doing, walking out in the middle of the night, with no slippers on?"
He stumbled when he heard the voice, and turned around to see a woman in white clothes. So, maybe this was heaven, he thought with disappointment. He had always hoped heaven would be pretty.
"I was really thirsty." He whispered. Angels didn't get angry, did they? So it was most likely all right to ask for something to drink. They wouldn't shout at him.
"Then you could've just rung the bell, little one. What is your name again?" The Angel asked as she offered him her hand.
He was about to tell her when he realized that he didn't know his name. Didn't he have a name? Tears started to well up in his eyes.
"No, what is wrong? Don't cry, you don't have to tell me your name. Come with me and we'll get something to drink." The Angel said comfortingly and bent down to hold him.
He sniffled and gratefully accepted the carton of juice she offered him. The Angel asked him to wait in the large chair; she was going to fetch Jacob.
He didn't know who Jacob was, but he hoped he was nice. He absently drank his juice and sat in the chair waiting for the Angel to come back. He was hurting a bit, like he had when he sat up in the bed.
It wasn't long before he heard two sets of footsteps come his way. He smiled gratefully when they came close enough for him to see. The Angel was back, and the other must be Jacob.
The Angel sat down beside him and the man knelt in front of him. They stopped talking, and the man looked him in the eyes and frowned. Had he disappointed Jacob already, he thought horrified. Or maybe Jacob didn't like him drinking the juice. He looked down and shaking he held out the carton.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't mean to."
"What are you talking about?" The man asked.
"I didn't mean to drink your juice. I'm sorry"
There was silence and he looked up. Jacob wasn't frowning anymore; he looked merely surprised. Maybe no one had ever apologized for drinking his juice.
"The juice?" Jacob asked. "You can keep the juice. But can you tell me what your name is?"
His bottom lip started shaking. Now he was going to disappoint the man because he couldn't tell him his name.
"I don't know." He whispered and tears leaked from his eyes. He looked at the man, and saw he wasn't angry or disappointed; he looked thoughtful.
"Amnesia perhaps?" The man asked the Angel, who nodded.
"Couldn't tell me either. Maybe it will come back with time." She answered.
The man turned back to him and smiled reassuringly.
"It's all right. You had a nasty bump on your head, and it made you forget your name. You'll remember it later. Do you remember your parent's names, or where you lived? It's okay if you don't, we'll find your mommy and daddy."
Find his mommy and daddy. An image flashed through his mind.
"Mommy and daddy are gone to heaven, do you know them?" he said softly when the image was gone.
The Angel made a sympathetic sound, and the man grasped his hands and looked him in the eyes.
"Your mommy and daddy are in heaven. Have they been there long?" Jacob asked.
He shook his head. He didn't remember his mommy and daddy, and the Angel and the man didn't know them. He was tired and he hurt. He felt tears well up in his eyes and run down his face. The man let go of one hand and wiped away the tears.
"All right, let's just go to bed now, and we'll talk better in the morning."
Jacob scooped him up in his arms and carried him to his bed. The little boy was asleep within minutes. Jacob felt mentally tired after their short conversation. So the boy's parents were dead. He had been working with children long enough to know they didn't lie about things like that, and did hardly know how too. He sighed as he went to speak with Jill, getting himself a hot cup of coffee.
He didn't know what to do. No one had turned in a claim on the boy, and probably wouldn't. He didn't have a name so they couldn't look him up with the police to find where he lived. A fleeting thought tried to make it's way to the surface but he quickly pushed it down.
"Are you all right dr. Baker? You look tired. Poor kid there, alone and orphaned. I had wondered why no one came to see him." Jill said as she made herself a cup of coffee. "I wonder what will happen to the boy now, will they contact children homes in that area or what do you think?"
Jacob looked at her carefully.
"I was thinking of adopting him if no one else comes and claims him." He said, put his cup down and walked away, leaving an astonished nurse behind.
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This chapter was quite short, and, well, it was only a filling. I didn't know what to do, but I wanted to get out of the hospital. I hope I'll be able to in the next. Any ideas on everything, and especially a TITLE FOR THE FIC will be appreciated. I'll give you something if you come up with a good title *wink*
He opened his eyes and blinked, twice. It was dark. He looked around and saw nothing. Oh, that was right, he did use glasses. Where were his glasses? He was really thirsty too. Where was he? He made to sit up, but it sent a sharp pain through his back and he let out a soft whimper. It was quickly gone, and he slowly made his way out of the bed and to his feet. It was a pretty large bed, he observed. Now, to find some water. He stumbled around in the dark and finally found the door. He gasped when the light stung him in the eyes. Was he dead? Was this heaven? He must be able to find something to drink, if this was heaven. But as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that it was just a large corridor. He walked on, looking for something to parch his thirst.
"What are you doing, walking out in the middle of the night, with no slippers on?"
He stumbled when he heard the voice, and turned around to see a woman in white clothes. So, maybe this was heaven, he thought with disappointment. He had always hoped heaven would be pretty.
"I was really thirsty." He whispered. Angels didn't get angry, did they? So it was most likely all right to ask for something to drink. They wouldn't shout at him.
"Then you could've just rung the bell, little one. What is your name again?" The Angel asked as she offered him her hand.
He was about to tell her when he realized that he didn't know his name. Didn't he have a name? Tears started to well up in his eyes.
"No, what is wrong? Don't cry, you don't have to tell me your name. Come with me and we'll get something to drink." The Angel said comfortingly and bent down to hold him.
He sniffled and gratefully accepted the carton of juice she offered him. The Angel asked him to wait in the large chair; she was going to fetch Jacob.
He didn't know who Jacob was, but he hoped he was nice. He absently drank his juice and sat in the chair waiting for the Angel to come back. He was hurting a bit, like he had when he sat up in the bed.
It wasn't long before he heard two sets of footsteps come his way. He smiled gratefully when they came close enough for him to see. The Angel was back, and the other must be Jacob.
The Angel sat down beside him and the man knelt in front of him. They stopped talking, and the man looked him in the eyes and frowned. Had he disappointed Jacob already, he thought horrified. Or maybe Jacob didn't like him drinking the juice. He looked down and shaking he held out the carton.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't mean to."
"What are you talking about?" The man asked.
"I didn't mean to drink your juice. I'm sorry"
There was silence and he looked up. Jacob wasn't frowning anymore; he looked merely surprised. Maybe no one had ever apologized for drinking his juice.
"The juice?" Jacob asked. "You can keep the juice. But can you tell me what your name is?"
His bottom lip started shaking. Now he was going to disappoint the man because he couldn't tell him his name.
"I don't know." He whispered and tears leaked from his eyes. He looked at the man, and saw he wasn't angry or disappointed; he looked thoughtful.
"Amnesia perhaps?" The man asked the Angel, who nodded.
"Couldn't tell me either. Maybe it will come back with time." She answered.
The man turned back to him and smiled reassuringly.
"It's all right. You had a nasty bump on your head, and it made you forget your name. You'll remember it later. Do you remember your parent's names, or where you lived? It's okay if you don't, we'll find your mommy and daddy."
Find his mommy and daddy. An image flashed through his mind.
"Mommy and daddy are gone to heaven, do you know them?" he said softly when the image was gone.
The Angel made a sympathetic sound, and the man grasped his hands and looked him in the eyes.
"Your mommy and daddy are in heaven. Have they been there long?" Jacob asked.
He shook his head. He didn't remember his mommy and daddy, and the Angel and the man didn't know them. He was tired and he hurt. He felt tears well up in his eyes and run down his face. The man let go of one hand and wiped away the tears.
"All right, let's just go to bed now, and we'll talk better in the morning."
Jacob scooped him up in his arms and carried him to his bed. The little boy was asleep within minutes. Jacob felt mentally tired after their short conversation. So the boy's parents were dead. He had been working with children long enough to know they didn't lie about things like that, and did hardly know how too. He sighed as he went to speak with Jill, getting himself a hot cup of coffee.
He didn't know what to do. No one had turned in a claim on the boy, and probably wouldn't. He didn't have a name so they couldn't look him up with the police to find where he lived. A fleeting thought tried to make it's way to the surface but he quickly pushed it down.
"Are you all right dr. Baker? You look tired. Poor kid there, alone and orphaned. I had wondered why no one came to see him." Jill said as she made herself a cup of coffee. "I wonder what will happen to the boy now, will they contact children homes in that area or what do you think?"
Jacob looked at her carefully.
"I was thinking of adopting him if no one else comes and claims him." He said, put his cup down and walked away, leaving an astonished nurse behind.
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This chapter was quite short, and, well, it was only a filling. I didn't know what to do, but I wanted to get out of the hospital. I hope I'll be able to in the next. Any ideas on everything, and especially a TITLE FOR THE FIC will be appreciated. I'll give you something if you come up with a good title *wink*