"Doctor how is he?".The woman was afraid. She was in a hurry,but out of nowhere bang. She did not how she came to the hospital. The only thought on her mind was " God! Please let him be ok."

As soon as they reached the hospital the staff took the charge. I waited outside the room. But whenever one of the staff came out or go inside the room they would look at me as if i was a monster. She felt so bad. Only now did the doctor came to her.

"Mam are you the kid's mother?" The doctor asked

"No! No! He just came out of nowhere in front of my car. I don't know how it all just happened so fast. And i was not drinking and driving. God! Please just tell me he is alright." I just rambled on.

Oh! Mam looks like there has been a mistake we thought you were the child's mother. And no mam he is not alright. The kid is in a bad shape. This is case of child abuse.

Child abuse? What do you mean by that?

The boy's back is covered in bruises and it has also been burnt. We do not know when he ate the last time or what did he eat. His legs are all cut up due to running. You know it was probably good that he met you when he did.

God! But he is just a child.

Well,mam the police will be here shortly you will have to give a statement.

Sure.

I opened my eyes. Shit! Everything hurt. I saw doctor. He said something. I could tell what at first. But i think he asked how i was feeling. I managed a nod.

Then he smiled. It was filled with pity. I knew my condition was bad. Then he did some checkups and asked if police asked me some questions. I nodded.

I told them everything of course not the part where i was a writer,just that i have money in my name in a bank and i was tortured to give to her. They were angry.

Don't worry kid she will not be able to hurt you again.

Who brought me here? I asked.

There is this lady called Maureen Harper. You nearly came under her car.

Can i meet her?

Sure we will send her in. They left.

Soon afterwards came in a lady. Around 40 yrs in age beautiful yet not too much. She looked worried and sad. I smiled at her.

Hello!

Hello!

Thank you for helping me. My name is Michael Collins.

I saw the kid smiling at me and when he spoke it was not like a kid at all. It was like a grown man talking to me.

It's okay and sorry for hitting you with my car. You can call me Maureen. I nodded.

If you don't mind how old are you.

4-5 give or take. I do not know exactly. I am an orphan.

Yeah i heard. Don't worry she will not be able to hurt you again.

Then she sat and told me she owned a publishing house. Coincidentaly it was the one which published my books.

As i was talking to the kid i noticed how he was smarter than other kids of his age.

Than out of nowhere i said "Would like to come with me to my home"?