As soon as Mike was sure Alex was asleep he stood.
"Where are you going? You promised him-" Mikes dad was cut off by Mikes yelling.
"I'm going to go find that son of a bitch who hurt him!" Mike screamed, pointing at Alex. Alex stirred and moved his good arm above his head.
Mike lowered his voice.
"I'm not going to let him get away with this." Mike whispered and pointed towards Alex again.
"I'm not either. But I'm not about to go and chop his balls off and get myself in trouble." Mikes father whispered back.
Mike paced the room. "God I just want to get my hands around his skinny little neck..." Mike began but stopped halfway through. He threw up his hands and leaned against the wall.
"Alex needs you right now. He needs you here with him. Not out there getting arrested for assault." Mike's dad said.
"More like manslaughter." Mike mumbled.
"Come on. Let's go to the cafeteria and get some coffee. Your mom ran home to get you a change of clothes and some stuff to keep you busy.
We both figured it would take military force to get you to leave his side." His dad smiled.
"Would take a lot more then that." Mike looked up and the two men walked out of the room.
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One week later
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Mike unlocked the door and held it open as Alex hobbled in. His ankle was still to sore to walk on but he wasn't able to use crutches.
He leaned on Mike's dad for support and leaned against a wall while they picked up his and Mike's bags from the hospital.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here." Alex said.
"Really Alex, it's no problem. You can't be expected to work at the foster home in your condition and you have no where else to go." Mike's mom smiled.
"Plus, it's a joy having you here." She added.
Alex smiled and gladly accepted Mike's open arms. Sweat cover his forehead just from attempting to stand on his own for so long.
"Ok, let's try and get you upstairs, yeah?" Mike said and looped Alex's arm around his shoulders. Alex leaned into them and made their way up the stairs.
"How about you take a nap and then after dinner you can shower? You seem a little tired right now." Mike said as they reached his room.
Mike sat him down on the bed and Alex sighed with relief.
"Sounds good." Alex said. His voice was still scratchy and hoarse but the bruising around his throat was almost gone. The doctor had said his voice would return to normal soon.
"Come on, songbird. Lay down and I'll go get you another pillow." Mike said. He laid him down on the bed gently and put the covers over his thin body.
Alex was thin before but he had lost even more weight while in the hospital.
"I hardly sound like a songbird." Alex said.
"Not now, but you will. I always loved your voice." Mike said as he gently propped him up on some pillows.
Mike turned and walked down the hall to get Alex another pillow. When he returned the young man was already asleep.
Mike smiled and put the pillow on the bed before shutting out the lights and leaving him to sleep in peace.
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Mike sat Alex on the bed while he started the shower.
"Damn, your mom can cook." Alex said.
"Yeah, I know." Mike said as he tested the warmth of the shower. He got a towel from the closet and set it on the toilet for when Alex got out.
"Do you think you can do it yourself? I can help you if you want." Mike said with a mischievous grin.
"I can do it." Alex laughed. "If you help me stand up." He added.
Mike moved to the bed and undressed him before he helped him stand and get into the shower.
"I'll just be in our room getting some reading for English done. Call me if you need anything." Mike said.
He stepped out of the bathroom and hesitated at the close door. As a second thought he left it open a crack.
He sat on his bed and pulled out the English book he had to read.
He had only been reading for a short time before he heard something from the bathroom. He looked up and listened.
He heard it again, a sob. He swung his legs around to the side of the bed and stood after setting his book face down onto the bed.
He nudged open the bathroom door.
"Alex?" Mike whispered. He pushed back the curtain and saw Alex curled into the corner. His good wing was wrapped around his knees.
He rocked back and forth slowly. He sniffed loudly.
"Oh baby." Mike said. He climbed into the shower and sat on the cold floor with Alex. He wrapped his arms around him and rocked back and forth with him.
His clothes were soaked and the water was cold by now, but he was only concerned for the boy sobbing his heart out.
"Please, don't leave me alone again." Alex whimpered.
"Baby, you should have called me." Mike said and kissed the top of his head.
"I didn't want to seem.... Pathetic." Alex whispered. " I'm sorry I'm so weak." Alex muttered.
"Alex. Sweetheart, I cant imagine what it's like being you. I see the looks people give you. I know you see them too. But everyday you go to school,
you ignore the looks, the whispers, the comments, and now the beatings. You survived the containment camps, the loss of your dad,
being pitted against other infected, and surviving the infection itself." Mike said.
"And you still have the brightest eyes and the confident smile I only wish I could have." He finished. Alex had stopped crying now and leaned against his chest for comfort.
"Thank you." He choked out.
"I don't mean to ruin the moment, but this water is fucking freezing." Mike said. Alex was shivering also and his wings shook and beads of water dripped off them like duck wings.
"I'm cold too." Alex admitted.
"Come on. Lets wash you off quickly and then go to bed. Carrying your ass around all day is exhausting." Mike joked. Alex laughed and accepted Mikes hand.
Mike stripped off his wet clothes and quickly washed them both off. After drying them off with a towel Mike pushed Alex onto the bed and crawled in behind him.
He spooned Alex gently, careful to not put to much pressure on his injured wing.
Soon Alex had fallen asleep and Mike followed him shortly.
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Ethan and his friends had been found a week after Alex had gone home with Mike. Alex had said he didn't want to press charges.
Mike had tried to talk Alex into but he was firm about just wanting the whole thing to be over.
"Alex, come on! Those assholes deserve the worst for what they did to you." Mike said, as he unwrapped Alex's ribs. The bruising was gone but Alex was still sore.
"Please, can we just drop it. I just want this to all go away and get things back to the way were." Alex said, as he prodded at his tender ribs.
"But Alex, they hurt you! I cant let them just get away with that!" Mike shouted.
"I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I just want it to be over." Alex said.