A Shoulder to Cry On

“You are so lucky Randall.”

The words caught him off guard. He had to blink a few times. “What? Lucky?” He began to chuckle bitterly, “I’m not lucky. If I were lucky I wouldn’t be here. Be in this mess.”

“I don’t know how or why you ended up in the LaGide family trailer but what I meant was that Mrs. LaGide just barely missed your eye. If she had hit it you’d be blind, possibly even killed from the eye rupturing. She missed, thank god, but the side of the shovel apparently dug into your skull, leaving the gash. You don’t have much muscle on your head so the gash is down to the bone. Plus…she did…crack your skull. The force she must have used was devastating. She could have very well cracked open your skull and hit your brain. And the skin on and around your head is still heavily bruised and cracked.”

Randall hadn’t been too sure of the damage, he had seen the stitched mess of his head in the bathroom but he had been so tired that his vision was blurry. But now hearing this from her, he felt a cold chill go all the way down his spine. All twelve feet of it. He shuddered violently and before he could help it he let out a choked gasp.

Danielle had turned away to pick up a new roll of glaze, keeping a hand on his shoulder. She felt him shudder violently and then heard the choked gasp. She turned in concern and saw him hugging himself with both sets of arms with his eyes closed tightly. She dropped the roll back onto the dresser and turned to him completely. He began to rock, slightly shuddering.

At first not sure what to do, Danielle bit her lip as she watched him. She wanted to comfort him but wasn’t sure how to. She knew he hated her touching him and even though she took him in her home and cared for him, she didn’t know what or who he was or where he came from or what he had done or been. He wasn’t an animal but he wasn’t human either. As she stood and watched him rock back and forth, she felt overwhelmed with the task she had taken upon herself. She realized he needed more then physical care. There was something else eating away at him. As he continued to rock Danielle made her decision. She sat on the bed next to him and only hesitated for a slight second then wrapped her arms around him.

She felt him flinch only slightly but surprisingly allowed her to hold him. She just made soothing noises in the back of her throat as she allowed him to continue to rock, her rocking along with him, until she held him tighter and tensed her body to help hold him still though he continued to shake in her arms. Her own head was buried in his neck not saying a word, only continuing to hold him until she felt him relax. She lifted her head and looked down at him. His head was resting on her shoulder, his large green eyes closed.


From chapter 7 Lost then Found but not Healed


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Wow! I drew scales! This here is my favorite picture I have done so far. I really like how he came out. Even Danielle came out good and I’m weak with drawing humans.

Poor Randall he needs a hug.

Randall Boggs [c] Disney/ Pixar
Danielle DeMarsh {c} me

Art{c} me