"Fuck me. Becca, get blankets and shit." Clyde's voice was more of a growl than anything. He opened door wider, letting Becca see what he saw. The little boy stared up at him, and thankfully, did not start crying. Clyde had had many a child start crying just because he was a big big man.
"Call that..." Clyde had to bite down on curse words. Yes, he'd said a few, but it was hard to curse when the kid was looking right at him. "Never mind. I'll call him or something." He crouched down to look at Annie, his jaw tight. He didn't know if moving her was a good idea, but they couldn't leave her out on the step.
"You got any mojo that'll fix this shhh..stuff? Uhm, kid, we're taking her inside. You come on with us. We got pie?" Yeah, that didn't sound at all creepy. Teddy was a small fellow, but he looked like he was to get very angry if someone else hurt his mom. "We're going to get her fixed up. So, yeah. Becca! Get this kid."
Clyde was already picking up Annie and hoping to heaven that the kid wouldn't be any trouble. This was not how he planned on spending the evening.