Chapter 4
My name is Mello. What's yours?
Mail was trapped in agonizing pain while in the hospital. The doctors took note that he had two broken ribs, malnutrition, scaring on the inside of his throat, damaged retina that forced them to bandage his eyes or risk the child becoming blind. Several of his wounds were infected and the damage to his hands after cutting away the infected skin told them that they would be scared greatly. Worst of all was the fact that the boy was orphaned and addicted to drugs. Social services were called but once informed of the child's condition no orphanage would take him. Mail would spend hours in either pained screams that only damaged his throat more or curled up on his bed crying. He couldn't see because of the bandages around his eyes, he was hurt and scared. The little redhead just wanted to roll over and die. He would not get this wish though as on one day after being in the hospital for a week a man came to see him. In truth it was two people but the boy didn't count the other person, as he never said a word.
"Hello there little one. My name is Quillsh Wammy and I am here to ask you a few questions if you feel up to it."
The boy could only nod his head. His voice mute from all the yelling he had done through the week. He was given a computer which made him turn toward were he thought the man was. The lights were dimmed and his bandages were taken from his eyes. He blinked a few times finally getting a good look at the room and those that were in it. Directly in front of him, crouch in a chair with his thumb in his mouth was a black haired boy that looked to be no older than maybe 16 or 18 (If you go by the anime he would be 16 and if you go by the manga he would be 18). His eyes were trained on the boy who then turned to stare at the older gentleman. He motioned for Mail to look at the screen of the computer and set of questions appeared. The redhead then proceeded to answer the questions as they came. Every time he thought about one his fingers twitched. It was an odd thing to see but soon he finished and stared at the man. On Notepad he had typed that he was sorry it took so long but he had to translate the French and English words on his head to figure them out.
It had taken 23 minutes for him to finish an exam that took the average adult three hours to complete. Quillsh smiled at him and checked over the score. He then passed it to the teenager who looked from the results to the boy and a small smirk ghosted over his pale lips. He spoke calmly to him in Spanish. "You are a very intelligent child. Your IQ is currently 183 and if given the fact that you cannot speak English or French is added to the mix it is technically higher. You will now be given a choice. You may chose to stay here and be turned over to the authorities or you may come with us to England where you shall be placed in a house designed to train minds such as your own. The choice is yours."
Mail stared from the teen to the old man with fearful eyes that begged to be taken from this place. He pointed to the dark haired teen speaking in a rasping voice. "Llévame contigo." He didn't know at that moment but those words would safe him more than once in his life time.
Wammy's house was like a world apart from it's own. England was something Mail had never seen before and the streets were so different from the slums and crack houses he was use to. He wore a pair of sunglasses to help him see better in the bright lights. His clothing was a plain blue shirt and a pair of jaens with tennis shoes covering his feet. He had been told that once he was settled he could ask for other things to wear. He still had a lot of healing to do but he was getting better. His hands had been stitched together so that they would heal cleanly with minamel scaring and his throat would work after rest and medicine. When the black car pulled up in front of the large building Mail couldn't help but shrink in his seat trembling. He was completely terrified to leave the confines of the new safe heaven but when the door opened and Mr. Wammy smiled offering to carry the boy he couldn't help but feel some of that fear leave him.
They went to the infirmary and Mail was tested and checked. He was stripped and poked and prodded as well as touched in places that made him scream despite his throat. Soon he was so pettirfied of the nurses that he had hidden under a bed screaming for Astha to come save him. He screamed and cried drawing the attention of passing children and two boys pushed their way to the front to see into the room. The youngest of the two peeked in and gasped at seeing the doctors crowd around the boy under the bed. He pushed threw and ran towards the bed pushing the nurses and doctors back. The little blond yelled loudly for them to get away.
"You're scarying him! Go away!" he yelled at them. One nurse made to speak but was silenced by the look the child gave her. He crouched down and peered under the bed at Mail who was crying. His eyes hurt from the lights and his throat hurt from all the screaming but when he looked at the blond boy he quited. His mouth opened and closed and a single name left his mouth as he reached out to touch the boy's out stretched hand. "Astha..."
The other boy smiled warmly as he crawled under the bed to help the other out. "Do your eyes hurt?" he asked softly making Mail nod slowly. The other boy moved his free hand out covering his eyes and then guided him out from his hiding place. He sat with him on the bed and placed the sunglasses back over his eyes. "There now you can see but no one can see you. The glasses make you invisable." The boy was grinning from ear to ear and Mail just stared as tears fell down his cheeks. "My name's Miheal. What's your name?"
Mail opened his mouth but nothing came out. He tried again but still no sound escaped him. All his crying and yelling had caused his injuried throat to stop working. Biting his lip he motioned for paper. Mello gave it to him and he wrote down, Mail, Pronounced Mile. This made the blond grin wider and he hugged the redhead.
"Nice to meet you Mail! And don't worry about a thing okay," he said pulling back. "I'll keep you safe okay? No more being picked on by these mean doctors." He waited for an answer but when Mail didn't speak the blond blinked before he gasped covering his mouth. "You can't talk... You must have hurt your vocal cords. Don't worry you can just write stuff and nod or shake your head kay? We'll be friends and I'll protect you."
These words made the child cry more. He kept hold Miheal's hand as he silently cried out his sorrow and happiness. He had been so scared of being alone without Astha but it was okay now... Astha had sent him Miheal to help him. The blond watched him before kissing his cheek softly to help quite him. "I'll keep you safe now Mail."