Chapter 2
Harry woke up with his head throbbing, his limbs looking like they were made of lead. He opened his eyes slowly, the room was too white and bright. It took a few seconds before adjusting his view.
He looked around and noticed that he was in a private room, he saw an IV drip going to his good hand, he reached out his other hand to rip it off, his wrist still hurt, but at least he could move it. Carefully he got up from the bed, his feet were fine, as if nothing had happened to them, the stinging of his cheek and the cuts on his arms had also disappeared.
He had to get out of here, he was well enough to carry it on his own right now, but he only had the hospital gown, he couldn't leave like this. He searched in the small closet that was in a corner and found his clothes in the bottom drawer, they were torn and dirty, but he could easily fix them. After changing and repairing his clothes, he picked up his wand, ready to make an appearance anywhere Hermione and Ron might be.
Nothing happened.
What?
He tried again, this time thinking of a different place.
Still nothing.
Is there something wrong with the spell?
He was sure he had said the right words, he was doing everything right, but for some reason the spell wasn't working; Well, it's all right, you can't lose your cool now, if you can't get out of here by magic, you'll have to do it the old-fashioned way.
He gently opened the door of the room, there were almost no people in the hallway, he tried to be as unsuspicious as possible, he walked around the place without major problems, maybe a few glances for his dirty clothes but nothing more.
He saw the elevator not far away and walked up to it, pressed the button and while he waited his foot started bouncing (calm down, calm down, getting anxious now won't do any good).
The doors opened, and he saw a woman staring at her clipboard, probably a doctor; He hurried inside, but couldn't help but bump into her as he was on his way out.
“I'm sorry” she apologized looking at Harry “wait” he heard her say as he lost sight of her, the woman held one of the doors before it closed completely and looked him straight in the eyes “you're the guy from the 403”.
Seriously, why doesn't anything go right for him today?
In less than a second, Harry was thrown out of the elevator, he needed to find a window or stairs; He could hear the woman calling out to him and saying something else he couldn't understand, followed by several steps.
I needed to find a window or the staircase, whichever was faster; He passed two more corners before a security guard got in his way.
Without thinking, he took out his wand and cast a spell to drive the man away, his eyes widened; Now if he was in serious trouble, he had just cast a spell on a Muggle, it wasn't his intention, it was a reflex action. I would never try to hurt them.
Before his thoughts consumed his mind, Harry could see as if a barrier formed in front of the guard, like a shield repelling his spell; His eyes widened, was he a sorcerer? He didn't have time to think anything else before the guard charged at him, luckily, he managed to dodge him, but he couldn't help but trip over the leg of one of the visitor chairs in the adjoining hallway, falling awkwardly into a pile on the floor.
The guard picked him up and held him tight, not enough to hurt him, but enough to keep him from running again. A moment later he saw three nurses, closely followed by the doctor he had met earlier.
I was on the phone with someone.
Maybe the others were right, maybe he's cursed.
Shouta was in the middle of his class when he heard his cell phone ring, his students were solving a test he had just given them, he wasn't going to answer, but something inside him told him that he had to do it.
“I'll be back in a moment” he said, stepping out of his sleeping bag and heading for the door.
It was an unknown number, he hesitated for a second before finally answering.
“Eraser” said a female voice on the other end “your boy is awake” Shouta felt a weight lift from his shoulders as he heard that.
“Is he okay?” he asked quickly.
“Enough to try to run away” he sighed.
“See if you can keep him in the hospital until he's done here, I'll go as fast as I can” he said with his hand massaging his sore eyes, of course the boy would try to leave.
“I'll do it, don't worry” he said before hanging up.
He will have to call Tsukauchi to go to the hospital as well, they needed to find the parents or some other guardian of the child. I needed to know what happened to him, so I could help him.
He went back to the class and got into his sleeping bag, looked intently at his students; The boy wasn't much older than them, maybe only a year or two apart, he couldn't wait to find the bastard who practically tortured the poor boy. No one messes with children, especially if they're in Shouta's sights.
He took a deep breath before closing his eyes again and waiting for everyone to finish the test.
It wasn't long before the school day ended. He called Tsukauchi as he finished organizing his paperwork, and at this point he was driving his car to the hospital as fast as he could.
When he arrived he went straight to the boy's room, but on the way he met Dr. Naomi, who came out and handed him his clipboard.
“The boy is fine now, we managed to get him to calm down and agree to stay in the hospital until you arrived” she said watching him read “you don't have to worry about his physical health right now Shouta, but about his mental health, the boy is obviously traumatized and, from his reactions, it's clear that it's not the first time something this serious has happened”.
Shouta's mouth was dry, she only called him by name when she was upset, and it was obvious why, she wasn't upset with him, but with whoever left the child like that.
The information he had in his hands was quite troubling and revealing, not only did he talk about the injuries with which he arrived at the hospital, he also listed different past injuries; unwilling to let this situation continue, returning the clipboard to Naomi and thanking her for her help, he entered the room.
As soon as the door opened, the boy stared at him, there was something in his eyes, an emotion that he couldn't identify, but he knew that it was the result of this whole experience; Before he had a chance to speak, the boy got up from the bed and headed for the door, Shouta immediately blocking his way.
“What? They said I could leave once you got there, now you're here, that means I'm leaving” He moved to the side to dodge it, but Shouta got back in front of him “Listen, I thank you for last night, but I need to go, I have things to do”.
“You can't leave yet, you're not in a position to leave on your own” he said trying to get the child back to bed, “besides, I know you probably won't like this, but I need you to tell me what happened to you” the child's eyes didn't leave him.
“I know” he said in a neutral tone “but you can't help me and I don't need help anymore, I'm fine on my own.”
“A few hours ago you were lying in the middle of an alley, injured and not even able to walk, I'm not going to let you go on your own” He didn't like to talk to her like that, but it was the only way for him to understand that she wasn't going to let him go like that.
The boy looked him in the eye looking for something, he wasn't sure of what, but he let out a big sigh and went back to bed; Shouta was relieved that he at least agreed to stay longer.
“Listen, I know you're not going to like this, but I need you to tell me what happened to you” Shouta said more softly “you don't have to do it now, we're waiting for someone to help us” the boy never stopped looking at him, he was starting to feel as if he was the one about to be interrogated.
Before he could continue speaking, there was a knock on the door and he turned around to open it, on the other side was Tsukauchi with his briefcases, he greeted him quickly and let him in. They both took the chairs that were in the corner of the room and carried them to the bed.
“Hello, I'm Detective Tsukauchi” he said softly “I'm going to ask you a few questions if you don't care.”
“Of course I care” he said, raising an eyebrow.
I managed to get him to come to his senses, now I had to get him to cooperate.