"So, I have some food at my place, not sure what you wanted so I just grabbed some stuff from the store, if you don't like any of it we can go out to eat..."
Morgan says helpfully, not taking his eyes off the road as he drives whilst talking to his temporary charge.
"Where do you live?"
Alex asks quietly as he stares out the window, watching the passing scenery with a glazed expression. He only asks the question out of mild curiosity, while the rest of his attention is focused on not falling asleep.
"Just outside of town. It's not my permanent residence, but its where I sometimes go to relax, it also works as sort of a safe house. Completely secure. I'll warn you though, my team will be coming through a bit while working on this case, trying to figure out who did this. We'll probably have to intervi-"
Morgan cuts himself off as he glances at the younger male, noticing how his head leans against the window, how is eyes have slid shut. He feels a twinge OF guilt and sympathy for the teenager. He was obviously exhausted, if the bags underneath his eyes have anything to say about it. He had had to stay in the hospital for three more days, which had been when Morgan discovered the nightmares.
It had been a normal night, as normal as a night could get in a hospital that is, when Morgan had heard the boy stirring. He had assumed, at first, that the boy was simply waking, perhaps from the pain in his ankle or arm. Soon though, that theory was proven wrong as the boy bega shifting in the bed and mumbling incoherently under his breath. Then he had cried out and begun struggling against invisible hands, and unknown enemy attacking the child in his own dreams. It had taken Morgan over five minutes to wake him up, and even longer to calm him down. He had attempted to get Alex to talk about the nightmare, but he hadn't gotten so much as a peep from the boy regarding the matter. Perhaps he would be able to put together the puzzle that was Alex Rider over time.
Three hours later~~~
Alex sits up quickly, a silent scream at his lips as he visibly trembles. A voice had pulled him out of the nightmare he had been trapped in.
"M-Morgan?"
Alex asks quietly, shame only growing as his voice cracks. He feels vulnerable in this new room, and immediately searches it, eyes roaming over every nook and cranny, looking for escapes, threats, anything really.
"Yeah Al, its me. You okay? I can give you those sleeping pills the doctor prescribed you... We're at my house, and the area is covered with cops. You're safe here. Do you want me to get you anything?"
Alex finally manages to get his breathing under control, once he does, he takes one deep breath before looking Morgan in the eyes and asking.
"Can I make a call to a friend from back home?"
A/N - Can you guys guess who he wants to call? Review! Tell me how you like my style of writing for this story? Hope its not to much of a change for y'all, and even if it is, I hope its a good change. :) -TheOkie