The stuffed bear was just about the only thing that Christian had kept from his childhood. He'd had it as long as he could remember and it was one of the few possessions he'd had before going to his abusive foster home. It had always meant more to him than anything Mr. Troy had purchased for him and he'd always held the toy tight anytime things had gotten bad.
He'd found it again when he was packing up for the move to LA. He didn't really know why he'd held onto it for so long - going from foster home to foster home, through college and med school, and various apartments and condos over the years. For someone that claimed not to be overly sentimental, he certainly had trouble letting go of the ratty looking bear. Of course, it wasn't like it had been on display, not even when he was a kid. No, he'd kept it hidden even then, worried that someone might take it away.
He looked down at the bear now, smiling a little as he ran his fingers over it's re-stitched arm that he'd done himself when he was eight. Those had been the first stitches he'd ever performed. Without another moment's hesitation, he put the bear into the shoe box he'd found it in and then put the whole thing into one of the moving boxes. Maybe there was still one thing worth remembering from his childhood.