Magnus POV:
Magnus wasn't usually one to but into other peoples problems but really all he wanted to do was introduce himself. The boy was breathtakingly beautiful, he had raven black hair and lovely bottle blue eyes. He looked maybe 17 and he should have probably been in school. The blue eyed boy seemed to be in a dazed state, and he just wondered right out into traffic. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back right as a pickup truck sped by. He looked at me surprised. We talked for a minute and I asked him why he was wondering out into the street. He started to stand up, but when he did, he clutched his stomach, and fell back to his knees.
"Hey, are you okay?" When he didn't answer, I asked again, "Hey, kid?" Then the boy began to tumble on his side, falling unconscious. He looked like he was in pain, and when I touched his shoulder, he noticeably flinched away. Even when he wasn't awake, his body reacted to touches in such a way. What was it that happened to this boy for him to be so afraid of a small touch. But no matter what I couldn't leave him here. I scooped his body up, noting how light he was for such a toned body. And though I was standing there, holding this beautiful boy, I didn't know what to do with him.
I finally decided that I should take him somewhere to rest, and that even if I was a stranger, I would bring him to my house. After all, I didn't know where else he could go. I hailed a cab and ignored the way that the driver looked at me. When we made it to my large apartment, I paid the taxi driver and left, carrying the teen with me. When I finally managed to open the door, and place him in my bed, placing the blanket over him. He seemed to snuggle in to the warmth of the cover.