It Burns...Will I Make It To Hogwarts Before Devon Finds Me? (Ali)

Ali was out for a run and was about to turn the last corner when he heard something he quickly back tracked and that is when he saw a boy on the ground. He wondered why he was there and why he was screaming. He quickly ran over to him and knelt beside him trying to determine the boy's vitals though he knew that he had to get him off the street.

Ali gently placed his arms under the boy and scooped him up. He looked to where he could carry the boy he knew that he could not leave him with anyone so he decided to try to sneak him into his quarters he was going to take care of him and try to figure out what was wrong. He just hated to see others in pain. He knew pain all to well and he hoped that he could just figure out how to help the boy.

Laying him on his bed he had felt him stop moving while he was running with him in his arms and had a slight panic attack though he could feel a heart beat so he knew that he was alive. Ali tucked the blankets around him and placed a damp cloth on the boy's head he could tell that he was hotter then he should be and that he needed to try and bring his temperature down.

Ali didn't leave the bed side for he did not know nor did he care he knew that there would be hell to pay but at the moment he really only cared for the boy's safety he wanted to make sure that he would not get worse on him. He kept changing the cloth when ever it got too hot or dried out. His hands found themselves running over the collar. He wondered what it was he had never seen something like it before.

Ali wondered if there was a way that he could get it off without injuring the boy. Studying it he finally gave up for the moment and went back to doing what he could for the boy. Hoping that he was helping him he knew that he could never truly help him unless he knew what was wrong with him. His best guess was it could be some sort of illness or maybe something to do with the strange collar.

He positioned a chair somewhat close to the bed but was up and pacing pulling at his hair trying to determine if he should get someone to help or just keep his secret. He was sure that he could not help the boy on his own but he did not want to risk sneaking him out at the same time. 'What to do? What to do?' He thought to himself over and over again it was hard enough sneaking him in how could he sneak him back out? Ali had made up his mind he was going to keep the boy here as long as he could and do what ever he could for him.

Hoping that when he wakes he could get a better idea as to what was wrong. Ali wanted to do all that was in his power to help him. At the moment he just felt useless. There was nothing to do but wait and make sure the cloth stayed wet and cold.

Ali wiped the blood from the boy's wife as he had been for the last little while. When he heard him speak he jumped slightly he had been so quiet he was beginning to think he was deaf or mute. "My name is Ali. Just relax I will help you. Tell me what burns?"

Ali looked at the boy concerned he wanted to know what was causing the kid to suffer and if he could help him out. He was not sure if would be able to keep him a secret from his master.

Tristan didn't answer him. He panted heavily and pulled on the collar. He whined a bit. "The forbidden illegal artifact my brother put on me...its silver and it burns..." he said after a loooooooooooooooooong moment of silence. He whimpered as he shuddered and curled on his side. Turning into a ball and whimpered. He trembled afraid of the man but his side he was on kept it so he could watch the male with haunted soulful yet lifeless eyes.

Ali frowned slightly and made his way over to the boy for a closer look at the device. Then frowned again he was not sure how to remove it yet he wanted to get it off the boy. It seemed to cause so much pain. He scratched his head and backed up again knowing that he would not keep the boy for long without being noticed.

Though he would gladly take a beating if it means he could keep the boy in his room. While he learned more about the device.

Tristan looked at Ali a bit. He choked a bit and flinched when he got close. Shivering a bit as he was feverish. Looking at this guy uncertainly. Those hauntingly lifeless and emotionless eyes held a soulful uncertain look. Studying the male he caught strange scents that he didn't understand. He wasn't feeling well but for some reason he felt a bit. He needed to get away from here. He didn't know why but this guy smelled like someone he could trust. He just was too afraid to risk it. He looked at him. Then away as he started to fall asleep. Not meaning to...he was just so exhausted.

Ali pulled the blankets up and tucked Tristan in as he moved to his wooden chair and sat on it ran his hands through his hair. He knew that he would be sleeping on the floor again but that didn't matter to him what mattered was that he kept the boy safe as best as he could. Though at the moment he was not sure what he could do to help him. He was suffering and he wanted to stop the boy's suffering but it seems it would not be possible.