Chapter Seven: Sleepy-byes
"Uh. . ." Dorothea looked down at her arm. A small red patch blossomed from the hole in her shirt and began to spread. It all seemed rather distant, really. Like it wasn't her arm. Maybe it was Artemis's arm. Haha. . .
"Wzzderfrg?" It must have been Christmas, because everyone was crowding around her like around a, a, a present. But she wasn't a present. What? Oh, it was time to go to sleep again. Good-night. . .
Artemis looked up from his examination of Dorothea's arm. "The wound is superficial. Butler?"
The bodyguard turned towards his employer, dropping the would-be burglar (who landed on the ground with a plock). "Yes, master Artemis?"
"Attend to Miss Smith's arm. Do not take too long: there are a few things I need to do before we return home." The pale youth strode out of the frilly shop.
Butler bent down- a long way down- to the unconscious girl. Artemis had been right, the bullet had just grazed Dorothea's arm. The missing chunk of flesh was nothing a bit of plastic surgery couldn't fix. What had been unsettling was Artemis's clinical assessment of the situation. The boy became more like the computers he worked on every day.
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Author's Note:
Holidays, sweet, blessed holidays. Hopefully this means I'll update more often, with longer chapters! So. . .
This was a very short chapter, wasn't it. Sorry.
Now that I think about it, I will be doing a lot of sleeping, eating, reading, sleeping, movie-watching, shopping, sleeping, reading fanfics, watching videos and sleeping these holidays. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, sleep.