This chapter's short, and I couldn't think of a song to go with it. Oh well. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Five Minutes Away
"The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought be down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead."
Lyrics from Coldplay's 'Clocks'
Arthur tapped his fingers on the windowsill. And waited. He'd been at this for a long time. Well it felt long. Mum had said he was just five minutes away.
He laid his head down on the windowsill, still tapping his fingers anxiously. Just five minutes away.
When Alfred got there, they were going to do everything fun Arthur could think of. They would play with Mr. Tomfoolery, and Arthur would show Alfred all his tea sets, and they'd watch 'The Last Unicorn'. It'd be perfect.
Of course Alfred would want to color. As boring (and stressful, but Arthur would never admit to this) as this was, he'd put up with it. Only for Alfred.
Suddenly he heard the crunch of tires on pavement and he looked out the window and there was Alfred, climbing out of his car. Arthur shot up and flung the front door open, charging down the stairs that led to Alfred. Alfred was giggling like a madman but Arthur didn't care, all that mattered was he was almost there.
That's when he heard a snap. And he fell. Pain shot through his body, especially through his knee. He let out a loud whimper.
"Arthur!" Alfred yelled at him. Arthur felt tears start to stream down his face.
"M-M-My knee!" he choked out, now crying loudly. Alfred knelt down and wiped a tear from Arthur's face.
"Don't worry, daddy and me'll take you to the howspitul!" he said. He had stumbled on the word 'hospital', showing that he wasn't familiar with the word. Arthur would educate him, if he weren't in so much pain.
A man climbed out of Alfred's car, and Arthur assumed this man was Alfred's dad.
"M-M-My knee...m-my m-m-mu-um." Arthur mumbled. Alfred's dad made an 'aw' sound.
"Sweetheart! Don't worry, I'll go get your mummy and then we'll take you to the hospital." he cooed before running into the house. Alfred played with Arthur's hair.
He looked so scared. And he wasn't even the injured one.
A minute of suffering and hair ruffling later, Arthur's mum and Alfred's dad ran out of the house. Arthur's mum pushed Alfred aside and kissed Arthur's cheek.
"It's going to be all right." she assured him. Arthur knew he shouldn't doubt it, but he did.
His mum picked him up, plopped him in the back seat, everyone jumped in and away they went.