KARMA POV

    I saw Nagisa and he looked... terrified... And still completely exhausted. But why did he look so scared?
    "Nagisa," I continued wrapping his wounds. "Is something wr-" "Why am I here?" He cut me off. I finished tending to his wounds and put the remaining bandages down on the coffee table.
     "I found you in an alley," I stared explaining. "You were... covered in bruises and cuts and you were crying and rocking back and forth,  repeating something over and over." He nodded and didn't say anything.
     We sat there silently for a good five minutes.  He didn't seem like he wanted to talk,  but I was itching for this silence to be broken. It was so uncomfortable...
     "Why did you come after me?  Why didn't you just leave me in the alley?" Finally! The silence is broken.
     "Dude, I haven't seen you in years!  And the first time I do,  you're all messed up! I couldn't just leave you there.  What kind of friend would I be? " His gaze was fixed on the bandages rested on the coffee table.
     "Friend, " he repeated. I cocked my head in confusion,  like a dog. "Yeah,  friend.  Anyway,  why were you all messed up anyway?"
    Oh,  boy was asking that question a mistake!  It's like I triggered something, 'cause right at that moment,  he fell to the floor,  flipping the table and tried to drag himself away.  But the poor boy was so exhausted that he could barely move his arms.
     Now that I think about it,  he looked like he was having a hard time talking... before I'd realized it,  he was laying on the floor,  shaking and crying.
     I calmly walked over, picked him up and sat him on the couch.  There were tears falling onto his torn up jeans,  wetting his skin and the denim of his pants. I gently touched Nagisa's chin,  pushing his face up so our eyes met. I wiped his tears and gently pushed his face into my shoulder,  letting him cry into it.
     "I'm sorry for asking," I started. "You don't need to tell me, but what you do need to do is sleep." He faced up to me, azure eyes dull and tired. "B-but..." "No buts, go to sleep."
     After a short silence,  he nodded and layed his head back on my shoulder,  falling asleep shortly after.  As he slept, I pet his oddly colored hair,  comforting him. Poor child was still shaking.
     What happened to him on  the years he's been gone?
     Where did those wounds come from?
     What happened to his mother?