HIIiii! I don't have much to say... read the previous chapter for the info.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS FANFICTION. THEY ALL BELONG RIGHTFULLY TO DIC ENTERTAINMENT.
One week later…
James was sitting by the fireplace, resting after a long morning of printing. He had almost forgotten Monte and their conversation last week, and slowly he stopped worrying about Moses. When the man had gone to market to fetch paper without him, James had thought nothing would come of it except more paper.
He was wrong.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty. After twenty-five minutes, James decided to check the matter.
As he wandered the street on the path to the market, James assured himself that there had simply been a hold-up. The paper may have been stored in an inconvenient place and Moses was simply waiting for the man to fetch it. James would run into him and they would all laugh at James' groundless assumptions.
Then he saw Moses.
He was still, laying on the road. Blood was gushing from his forehead and from his neck. James' breath caught in his throat. He ran to the nearest shop, which was thankfully empty, and pulled the owner out. "Help him to the Gazette, please."
The man obeyed.
James ran all the way to the Gazette. He was short of breath at his arrival and was barely able to speak a full sentence to Dr. Franklin without taking at least three breaths.
Upon Moses' arrival, Dr. Franklin's eyes widened. He gratefully thanked the shop owner and gave him twenty pounds as a gift. "We will depart tomorrow to my home, where Moses can be properly cared for and healed. Start packing." Dr. Franklin turned the sign on the front door to say "closed."
James obeyed. Tears filled his eyes as he walked upstairs and into his room.
"What have I done?" he whispered to the night.
Keep going! -
~Birdie
EDITED JULY 2019