A/N: Like requested, I have changed the wording in this chapter. I hope this makes the story better. Please R&R! Thanks!
Butler was cleaning his gun when Artemis walked in.
"I'm going out to check something, Butler." Artemis said.
"I'll come with you!" Butler eagerly said.
"No, old friend, you stay here and rest. I don't want to exert your energy." Artemis said as he walked off. Butler slammed his clenched fist into the table. He was frustrated that he was now too old to adequately do the job he was paid to do. He didn't look older, but he felt it, the tightening of his chest causing it to make air harder to flow into his lungs. He couldn't deal with it. One day Artemis would be caught in a life and death situation and Butler would be to slow to stop it and Artemis would pay the ultimate price. He felt like yelling. There was nothing he could do about this. Holly had done her best, but he wanted more. He couldn't live like this. He was born to be a bodyguard, not a babysitter. Emotions poured through him and he felt anger, frustration, and most of all sadness. Sadness that he was now unable to do his job. Butler had been with Artemis since he was born. He had protected him since birth. He had taken shots in the chest for him. He was Artemis' best friend. He was able to be a friend but nothing else. Butler felt another tightening in his chest. This was harder though, harsher. Butler struggled for breath. He shouted "Artemis!" He knew that he was having a heart attack. Artemis rushed to his side. Butler hit the floor.
Artemis rushed his friend to a hospital. The doctors checked on him and told him that Butler could live.
Thoughts? Please R&R!
