It had only been a few days since you’d started living with your docter, Dr. Corenthal—who was now your new father. Which wasn't the biggest change for you since you always saw him as one before it was official, nonetheless, to make it better you were with your closest friends from the Fairmount Children’s Hospital: Vinnie, Jeff, and Evan, which made the change much easier thennif you were alone.

But still—adjusting to life in an actual home again was strange—not in a bad way. Just… different.

After the incident—losing your parents, the tall man, and everything else that led you to Fairmount—it felt good to finally belong somewhere. For someone to care. For someone to love you again. And Today was no different from the days before.

This afternoon, Dr. Corenthal had just gotten off from work and decided to take all of you on a walk through the forest near the house. The trees were tall and green, and the air still smelled of spring. It was a perfect day to be out, and you and the boys didn't waste any time exploring it.

As such, you had all ran ahead of him, climbing trees—as best you could, shouting out to each other through the brush, throwing rocks into a nearby stream, even sword fight with sticks.

But somewhere along the way, you fell behind.

You tried to hurry and catch up, pushing through the brush and dodging roots, following their laughing voices, but your foot caught on a root causing you to trip and fall hard onto the rocky path below you, scraping your knee.

The sting was instant. Blood welled up in dots from the cut in your skin. The skin throbbing as you sat on the ground, looking at the wound—wincing. Your breath hitching as your eyes filled with tears. Before they could spill over, you heard footsteps.

Dr. Corenthal had doubled back crouching beside you, one knee in the dirt, ducking his head low enough to to meet your eyes. His expression was gentle, soft with concern.

“You alright, kiddo?” He asked quietly. “That was a pretty nasty fall.”

His hand rubbed slow circles over your back, calming you. “It's okay. Let me see.”

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at the blood, then, like magic, produced a small, crinkled bandage from the inside of his jean pocket. “Always gotta keep one just in case,” He said with a little smile, sticking it carefully over your scrape, his hand sitting on your knee for a moment before shifting it to your face, his thumb rubbing away your tears gently

“Better?”