I watched him, horrified that my worst fears might have come true. That father attacked Cian to get to me, but then again, I could only assume. I didn't know the absolute cause of his distress. I picked him up off the ground and gazed into him with my eyes. "Shh... " I said and glanced around. I helped him back inside the door, closed and locked it. I tried to find my way around, and found the couch and gently sat Cian down upon it. As I had sat him down, I turned to the kitchen, and closed any open windows with the blinds and curtains, and went off to find the bathroom, for some tissue for Cian, and came back. He looked so hopeless. like the void of life had left his body... I remember that look...I had the exact same look when Simon found me after....well... after the incident. I wrapped his gashed up hand in toilet paper, and held it firmly, and gave him another tissue for his eyes and nose.
"Shh.... Cian, I need you to focus for me, okay? What happened?"
"Shh.... Cian, I need you to focus for me, okay? What happened?"