His fingers move swiftly over the boy's body, desperate to assess his injuries quickly. There's a catch in the back of his own throat as the boy stumbles over his word, tears coming to his eyes. Kiel bites his lip and bites back a string of curses aimed at whoever hurt him. “It's alright, you're safe here.” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. “You don't have to be afraid. No one will hurt you here.” He stands up and coaxes the boy's arms over his head as he pulls off the kid's soaked top. He feels his stomach drop as he sees the fresh wounds on his now exposed torso. Noticing his own bare chest he reaches over to where his nightgown lay settled atop the books on his small table beside the chair before stepping across the room to grab a towel out of his closet. 

Making his way back to the young man's side he place it gently atop his head and he moves his hand softly across the plush fabric in an attempt to dry the boy's hair. “Don't worry little one. I won't let anyone lay a hand on you again.” His voice is soft but fierce. [i]'I can't stand this. Why does stuff like this happen!?'[/i] Despite his inner turmoil his voice remains soft. Kneeling down in front of the kid he tugs the towel slightly so that it settles on the boy's shoulders.

“I'm going to put some tea on and get some hot water ready so I can clean up these wounds. Try and dry off a bit more while I get the stuff ready, kay?” His hands drop down to settle atop the boy's own and he flinches internally at just how cold they feel. He stands quickly and slides over to the thermostat. Cranking it up so that the heat kicks on he moves over to the hot dual plates on his table and plugs them in. Pulling out a pot and his kettle from beneath his little sink he fills them both with water and sets them to boil. All the while he keeps half an eye on the boy in case he needs something. While he waits for the water to boil he turns back to his closet and pulls out a pair of pants for the kid to change into once the wounds are treated.