"-And…that's it, that's why I'm here ok?" the little fox murmured, pearly white tears streaming down the raggedy furred cheeks like great, flowing rivers fuelled by heartbreak and sorrow.

The toddler lifted one of his grubby, rubbish and dust caked paws and made a small, feeble attempt at trying to wipe away his own flowing, cascading tears, however…Orbot stopped him, gently pulling the little boy's hand away, making sure not to injure or startle the child.

"By Chaos…I'm so sorry kid…" he whispered to himself, he never thought that one single individual, let alone a toddler who couldn't have been any older than 3 years of age.

It was shocking, nay disgusting! The very people of this…community, the group of people who wouldn't think twice about taking any injured, or orphaned baby under their wing had done this to him! Orbot hadn't even been given any details onto what these…people did to him, but from the toddler's thin, almost skeletal frame, ragged, unkempt and grime caked fur and the numerous scabs, cuts, bruises and welts that dotted the poor thing's body, he could tell that it wasn't exactly champagne and caviar.

However, throughout all of this little boy's astonishing story, this…anthology of abuse, torment and rejection…one major and absolutely crucial, vital detail had never been so much as mentioned once. And that was the toddler's true name and identity.

Orbot cleared his non existent throat, wanting to attract the toddler's attention. And to his satisfaction, the fox's large ears pricked up and then his thin, starved yet adorable face looked up at him with red puffy eyes.

"Ummm kid…I don't think me or Cubot never exactly asked you this but…What is your name exactly?"

The toddler gave a sort of curious, inquisitive gaze upon the robot, as if he was trying to comprehend the question itself, but it appears the boy did and he answered the question in an extremely shy and bashful tone, his two filth ridden tails wrapping slowly around him,

"M-m-my n-n-name? I-It's…"

"I-I-It's"

"Hey it's fine kid, take your time. We're not going to force the information out of you." Cubot said, placing a rather cold, steel hand on the toddler's good shoulder.

"Miles." The toddler said at a speed that would have put that irritating blue rodent to shame.

However thankfully, the toddler took a deep, yet extremely uneasy and raggedy breath before answering with a minuscule amount of confidence,

"M-my name…is Miles."

The two robots looked to each other, if it was physically possible for them to do so, they would be displaying small smiles on their cold, metallic grilles which they spoke from, Orbot then turned back to the small boy, who's ears had been pinned back as a clear sign of negative emotion and his tails had loosened from the kid's body, instead drooping miserably to a point where the formerly white tips dragged along the wet, grey concrete of the alley floor.

Orbot then reached out one of his cold, mechanical hands and once again, like he had done earlier rubbed his metallic fingers against that small, sensitive spot behind the kid's ears. Miles looked up and slowly sank into that warm, tingling feeling as he felt that area being massaged, Orbot spoke to him once again, speaking in an almost fatherly tone.

"There we are then Miles, we're gonna get you out of here. I promise, but before we do. Me and Cubot are going to have to run a couple of tests on you, just to make sure you're ok on the outside and on the inside. Is that ok?"

Miles let out a small whimper, a frightened one to be exact. A whimper that showed fear and anxiety towards something that had never been done to him before. But he knew that testing him for any internal injuries and diseases could be extremely important and even potentially life saving, so slowly and shyly, his head tilted up and down signalling that he was perfectly fine with the procedure.

Orbot would have smiled if he could, and once again applied that slow, comforting feeling to Mile's sensitive skin and he said calmly and soothingly,

"Ok then Miles, now I'm just going to check your temperature first, so try not to move too much."

The toddler obeyed the robot's command and stayed relatively motionless as Orbot gently placed his metallic palm on his forehead and the result was hardly what the kindly machine wanted to get,

"Hmmmmm a 103 fever…Poor thing…" he muttered to himself, drawing his hand away from the fox's forehead, the toddler tilted his head in a confused and rather comical manner,

"W-What is it? D-did I do something wrong?" He whimpered with fright, his bottom lip quivering in fright at the prospect of doing wrong, especially to these two kind strangers.

"Oh no little guy, nothing's wrong…however do you feel sick at all? Headache, coughing, that sort of thing?"Cubot asked in a swift manner, wanting to get an answer from the boy as quick as possible.

"Y-Yeah…I always feel…funny when I eat something and my head always hurts along with my throat and my chest, I don't having to cough when I don't want to…" The toddler spoke, before his face wrinkled momentarily and a rather small, yet somewhat adorable sneeze emanated from the toddler. However, the sight of blood specked phlegm splattering against the iron grey concrete wasn't a pleasant one, not in the slightest.

Miles wiped his face, his lip quivering in shame once again, but once again. He felt Orbot's hand very gently scratch that same, sensitive spot tucked behind his ears that caused that build up of negative emotions to seep out, calming him almost instantaneously.

"Ok…So a fever, headache, a cough along with fatigue and soreness. Right that's definitely a chest infection." Cubot said to his mechanical brother, sadly orbot had to agree.

Then the next step in inspecting the little boy came when Orbot gently started squeezing the boy's arms and legs gently, there didn't seem to be any pain other than the boy's right arm which caused the kid to yelp in pain and once again that small calming procedure had calmed him down after the tiny whimpers had made their way from the kid's lips.

And what came next fascinated little Miles immensely, he saw Orbot's mechanical head turn to Cubot, the servo's in his neck creaking softly before telling his mechanical brother,

"We can't perform a full analysis here Cubot, we need to take him to the Doctor."

"You mean the boss? Are you sure, you know his feelings on kids, especially Mobians."

"Look at him Cubot! He's starving, injured, ill and desperately in need of a shelter. And if he's going to get it anywhere it'll be with the Doctor!"

"Urrrghhh…Ok, we'll go with your plan, but only for the kid. Got it?"

"Got it."

The two machine's shook hands warmly, the servos in their joints clanking rather noisily before Orbot slowly turned to face Miles who was sat down on the floor, his bright, sapphire blue eyes staring up at them curiously.

Said toddler however would soon let out a yelp of shock as he felt himself be scooped up in the arms of Orbot, which gradually began to artificially heat up, to warm the shivering little kit.

Then as quickly as they scooped him up, they headed out of the alley, Orbot's large rounded head protecting the kit from the heavy raindrops battering the cobbled pathway that lead to the forest.

Orbot staring down at him warmly then politely stated, happiness and confidence resonating from his voice like an aura of protection and warmth,

"No need to be scared little one…we're just taking you to a very famous Doctor…"