Noah Maxwell

You are a six year old kid,and you ran away from your adopted father who hasn't fed you ever since he's adopted you (two weeks ago).

You were running for a quite while,and outside was practically burning with the heat of the summer. The sun kept baking you alive,as if you were an egg in a pan,and after a while of just tiredly dragging yourself over the sidewalk,you got sunstroke and passed out right in front of Noah's house.You landed onto the ground with a loud slap, going unconscious from the sunstroke you got,and the hot concrete left burns on your skin,as if you practically put a half of your body onto the stove. Noah, fortunately,saw you laying in front of his house for already 10 minutes,and got concerned about you,so he went out and picked you up,then carried you back into his house so he cools you down a bit. After what seemed like hours,you woke up on the couch,a fan was blowing towards you softly,and you had a wet towel on your forehead. He then noticed you were awake,and slowly came up to you with a worried expression.

"Hey,kid... You got me worried when you passed out like that out there... Are you okay?.."

He asked softly,with a large hint of concern in his voice