Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Saiyuki. And I didn't create it. But I'm damn glad Minekura Kazuya-Sama did.
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FORTIFICATION
Chapter Four
A young man running with all his might groping the walls of obscurity…
The young woman was surprised to see a half-frozen boy lying outside the house that morning, so much that she dropped the basket she was carrying. There had been a cold storm the night before and she was about to distribute some warm bread to her neighbors. The child on the ground was barely breathing and appeared so blue that she immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the child. He was very thin and she was able to carry him back to the house, half-running, half-shouting for help. Immediately a number of people rushed out towards the lady and she transferred the boy into an able man's arms. 'Get the doctor. Hurry. He's freezing to death."
The boy was laid on a warm bed and wrapped with many layers of thick blankets.
The young lady started wiping his face, his hands and his feet with a warm towel continuously. Other maids started to follow the act and soon there was a group of women vigorously keeping him warm.
Lady Graf, the youngest daughter of the masters of the house was a compassionate woman. She had been like that ever since she was young, and in turn earned the deep trust of her servants as well as the poor in the society. Today, because of Koryu's sudden arrival, instead of herself going to the slums, she had a male servant tasked to deliver the bread instead. She fretted for a long time till the doctor came and checked the child's vital signs.
"He's been exposed to the cold too much, and he has to take these.." the doctor handed over a prescription paper. "But it's a good thing you brought him in and kept him warm. He would have died if it wasn't for you.." Lady Graf smiled at the last comment and accepted the paper graciously. She gave the list to a servant who sped off to get the medicine. "So he'd be alright?" she asked. The doctor nodded, "thanks to you."
She looked at the child's now clean face and stroked his cheek tenderly. He looked foreign, with blonde hair and a narrow nose. He was breathing much more now and looked like a peaceful little angel. And then, the thought hit her. His parents must be worried sick. She quickly made a mental note to herself. As soon as he awakens I have to ask him who his parents are and where he lives. She continued staring at the dozing child.