2 First move

A boy. I rushed to the shed and grabbed the bush cutters. I began cutting and sniping away. The roses I planted long ago now ruined but desperate in the moment didn't hesitate. I pulled him out into the shed. He was soaked. The clothes he wore. Soaked. Temperature was ice. In desperation I took off his clothes. I ran into the apartment and grabbed some of my dads clothes. They were a bit small but it was the only things I had. I flipped him over on a comforter. Scars.

Two ran from his shoulder blades to his lower back. Did he have an abusive family? Traumatic experience? How did he get up here? I had many questions to ask yet he was unconscious. His face...he looked as pretty as a boy idol. Smooth skin and beautiful facial features. Everything about him... was perfect. In the moment I forgot. I had stripped him. Quite flustered, I put dry clothes on. I again ran inside and grabbed a pot of water and the first aid. I cleaned his hands and pulled out thorns. The water now red I dumped.

Is he dangerous? Who are you? Where did you come from? I started to think. Is he human?