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question.”
    “Have you ever been raided?” Eli asked in his
timid voice.
    “Well, not in the sense that men have stormed
into the house with guns or anything, but we’ve had some close
calls where I’ve had to run with my crosser. Don’t worry about it,
Eli. If I sense danger, I won’t hesitate to do whatever is
necessary to keep you safe.”
     
    The next day, Sara asked Sean to remove Eli’s
IV as per Dr. Randall’s orders. His condition had stabilized now
and his fluid intake pleased the doctor. Sean pulled a chair over
to the right side of the bed and propped pillows behind Eli to help
him sit up.
    Sean positioned a Band-Aid and cotton ball
where they could be easily reached and he sat himself down and took
Eli’s arm. He straightened it out and started pulling on the tape.
Eli winced.
    “So how old are you Eli?” Sean attempted to
get Eli’s mind off the pain.
    “I’m, um, not supposed to say,”
    “Oh, OK,” Sean pulled another strip of
medical tape off of Eli’s arm. “No one will tell me anything about
you. Where did you get all of these bruises from?”
    “I was beaten while in hiding.”
    “Who beat you?”
    “I…I can’t say.”
    Sean looked at Eli who promptly turned his
head away. “You can’t say because you don’t know? Or because you
know, but don’t want to say?”
    “Yes,” Eli said quietly.
    Sean stared at Eli for a moment and decided
to let it go. Sean figured questions weren’t exactly the way to go
at this point. “Well, generally, defectors are on the run from
Victor Rawlings, so I’ll just guess you are also.” Sean pulled the
rest of the tape off of Eli’s arm. Then he used a cotton ball to
apply pressure as he pulled out the catheter.
    “That would be a safe guess.”
    “Alright,” Sean kidded in a sarcastic tone,
“I guessed something right.”
    Eli didn’t say anything he only looked at
Sean.
    Sean noted Eli had interesting light brown
eyes with copper shimmers in the right light. His dark brown/black
hair had a coffee bean color and was a bit on the bushy side. Sean
could tell Eli wasn’t ready to talk about the ugly details of his
life, so he approached from a different angle. “Do you play
sports?” Sean stretched a band-aid over the cotton ball.
    “A little.”
    “What’s your favorite sport?” Sean gripped
his large hand around Eli’s small forearm and held pressure on the
band-aid.
    “Baseball.”
    “Mine too. I’ll get you better and we’ll get
out of here and throw a ball around. Deal?”
    “OK.”
    “There, we’re all done with that. I’ll go see
what we’re eating for lunch. Be right back.” Sean scooped up all
the tape and tubing and threw it in the trash can on his way out
the door.
     
    As Sean exited the room and closed the door,
Eli let out a painful heave of air. For the first time in about a
week, Eli was alone in the room. He had an intense need to scratch
his chest but that would prove to be difficult. Eli wore an
elaborate padding over his torso to aid in his disguise. His
disguise was of the utmost importance. The longer Sean believed him
to be a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, the better.
    The fake name of Eli was short for Eliwese
and Eliwese really needed to scratch her chest. She had many
wounds and injuries under her custom-made padding; the complex body
suit which hid her breasts and shaped her torso like a boy. Luckily
for her, she didn’t have much in the breast department to try to
hide. However, she did have a slim, delicate waist and round hips.
The padding filled in her curves nicely, making her a boy; making
her Eli.
    Eliwese decided to get herself to the
bathroom and try to itch herself. She used the cane placed by the
side of the bed and hobbled to the door. Her left leg was still
splinted but the right leg was strong enough to support her.
    She locked the bathroom door hoping Sean
would be gone for more than a few minutes. After taking care of
business she moved to the sink to wash her hands and