"Is he dead?" Cardamon glanced at Lemongrass, who was staring at the boy. Cardamon shrugged, crouching to look at the boy better. The first thing she noticed, was that the boy was terribly thin and pale, with long filthy dark green hair. Lemongrass poked the boy's side and winced.
"I can feel his ribs. I'm pretty sure he's-" The boy's arm shot out, grabbing Lemongrass' wrist, who yelped. Cardamon stared, watching as the boy shakily sat up, lip curled in a silent snarl, revealing sharp teeth.
"Whoa, whoa!" Cardamon helped Lemongrass pry the boy's hand off of his wrist. The boy growled, rising to his feet.
"Let's getaway, quick!" Lemongrass started to run away from the Fence. The boy took a shaky step forward, teetered, and collapsed again. Cardamon frowned, bending down to help the boy to his feet.
"Give me a hand Lemongrass," She said, and Lemongrass returned, supporting the boy's other shoulder. Together, they made their way back to town, leaving the Fence, and the Seams behind.
"Mom!" Cardamon shouted, entering her home. Her mother looked up, and gasped, hurrying up to her.
"Cardamon? Who's this boy?" She took the boy in her arms, walked back to the couch, and laid the boy on it. Cardamon watched her drape a blanket over the boy's shivering form.
"Lemongrass and I found him," She explained, watching as her mother run up the stairs, coming back down with clean clothes. "He's really thin. Will he be okay?" She asked, carefully omitting the fact that she had found the boy by the Fence. Her mother frowned, pressing a hand to the boy's forehead.290Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5nl9JZgnhs
"He doesn't have a fever..." She murmured. "I don't know Cardamon. Let's just let him rest. When he wakes up, I'll give him something to eat, and change him out of that filthy hospital gown." She frowns. "I don't know how he managed to stay warm in that thing."
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