@sproggorockatansky
“…hey…” He made sure his mask was pushed up as he peered into the room. “Hey. Easy, kiddo, it’s okay.”
There was only one conscious heartbeat in the space, and it belonged to the kid. He was probably terrified. An appropriate response to getting kidnapped. “I’m here to help you.”
“Nnn-no.” Sprog loosed one of the hands he’d clasped over his ears, pushing it into the bare mattress he’d been huddled on for the past... he didn’t know. He’d sat in the dark room for a long time, alone with the wheezing sound of his own stuffy nose and the occasional passing footsteps. It was very quiet. Until the shouting started. And went quiet again. He climbed away from the open door now. Slipped skinny legs into the nook between the mattress and wall and wedged the rest of himself down after. Hiding where the stripe of light from the hallway didn’t reach. “No!”
















