Running up to the bathroom Enoch quickly retrieved what was asked of him. Miss Peregrine always poot everything where it belonged. So when Running up to the lavatory Enoch quickly retrieved what was asked of him. Miss Peregrine always poot everything where it belonged. So when required it was easily found. Pondering on it everything in the house was always right where it belonged. Their caretaker went out of her way to ensure that they had everything they could ever ask for and that those things were always available.
The recognition that they have been taking Miss Peregrine for granted filled Enoch with such remorse that he was momentarily unable to breathe. Shaking himself out of his thoughts he made his way back inside the parlour. Upon entering, he almost dropped everything he was carrying. The sight that greeted him made him lightheaded and nauseous While he was away Emma discarded Miss Peregrines blouse revealing three shoot wounds that were steady oozing blood down her shin and unto the always pristine couch.
In the kitchen, Olive was heating water. Upon completing the task she headed towards the parlour only to find Enoch standing at its threshold. Seeing the usually composed boy so lost and in evident distress scarred her more than she liked to admit. With fear pulsing through her veins, she stepped towards and around Enoch, instantly knowing what caused the older boy to freeze on the spot. But knowing that every minute counted she grabbed Enoch by the arm and dragged him inside the room.
Many tears were shed while they were taking care of their ymbrine. Because Miss Peregrine introduced them to the first aid they were able to properly tend to her many wounds. So, being left sitting in the parlour they all got lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Emma broke the deathly silence: ˝We should move her to her room. It is bound to be more comfortable there, than here on the couch˝. ˝True˝, replied Olivia still slightly dazed: ˝But how are we going to get her there?˝ Standing up, Enoch declared: ˝I'm going to carry her up the stairs. Once we get there you two will change her into something more comfortable.˝ Before he finished the sentence he was already walking with MissPeregrine in his arms, who was now covered in blankets, towards the door. Making his way up the stairs all the while grateful that there were no children around, and into her bedchamber, he gently laid her down on her bed. ˝You should go tell the children that she's going to be all right, that we took care of her wounds and that she is sleeping in her chamber.˝ said Olive, coming into the chamber behind him. And with newfound task Enoch made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
He found his siblings in the livingroom, hodled together talking quietly among one another. The volume level in the room dropped as all eyes turned towards him, silently begging, pleading for answers and good news.
Not knowing how to begin, his words came out colder than intended: ˝Miss Peregrine is in her room. Emma and Olive are tending to her and I'll go to the parlour to tidy it up.˝ He didn't think it would be beneficial for the children to see the blood, that was staining the once pristine sofa, the children were frightened as it is. At last little Claire stepped forward: ˝When will we be able to see mommy?˝ she asked. The said words echoed around the room.
Mommy... mommy.
Nobody has ever called Miss Peregrine mommy no matter how hard he or she wished it was true. It was always Miss Peregrine or Mis P.
˝Son˝, Enoch replied quietly as he left the deathly silent room. It was the only thing he was capable of saying. Claire's words had struck a chord. Halfway to his destination he became painfully awere that they didn't almost lose only theire caretaker. But a woman that raised them, feed them and most importantly a woman that loved them. A woman that from the moment they set foot inside the loop, became their mother.
The recognition that they have been taking Miss Peregrine for granted filled Enoch with such remorse that he was momentarily unable to breathe. Shaking himself out of his thoughts he made his way back inside the parlour. Upon entering, he almost dropped everything he was carrying. The sight that greeted him made him lightheaded and nauseous While he was away Emma discarded Miss Peregrines blouse revealing three shoot wounds that were steady oozing blood down her shin and unto the always pristine couch.
In the kitchen, Olive was heating water. Upon completing the task she headed towards the parlour only to find Enoch standing at its threshold. Seeing the usually composed boy so lost and in evident distress scarred her more than she liked to admit. With fear pulsing through her veins, she stepped towards and around Enoch, instantly knowing what caused the older boy to freeze on the spot. But knowing that every minute counted she grabbed Enoch by the arm and dragged him inside the room.
Many tears were shed while they were taking care of their ymbrine. Because Miss Peregrine introduced them to the first aid they were able to properly tend to her many wounds. So, being left sitting in the parlour they all got lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Emma broke the deathly silence: ˝We should move her to her room. It is bound to be more comfortable there, than here on the couch˝. ˝True˝, replied Olivia still slightly dazed: ˝But how are we going to get her there?˝ Standing up, Enoch declared: ˝I'm going to carry her up the stairs. Once we get there you two will change her into something more comfortable.˝ Before he finished the sentence he was already walking with MissPeregrine in his arms, who was now covered in blankets, towards the door. Making his way up the stairs all the while grateful that there were no children around, and into her bedchamber, he gently laid her down on her bed. ˝You should go tell the children that she's going to be all right, that we took care of her wounds and that she is sleeping in her chamber.˝ said Olive, coming into the chamber behind him. And with newfound task Enoch made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
He found his siblings in the livingroom, hodled together talking quietly among one another. The volume level in the room dropped as all eyes turned towards him, silently begging, pleading for answers and good news.
Not knowing how to begin, his words came out colder than intended: ˝Miss Peregrine is in her room. Emma and Olive are tending to her and I'll go to the parlour to tidy it up.˝ He didn't think it would be beneficial for the children to see the blood, that was staining the once pristine sofa, the children were frightened as it is. At last little Claire stepped forward: ˝When will we be able to see mommy?˝ she asked. The said words echoed around the room.
Mommy... mommy.
Nobody has ever called Miss Peregrine mommy no matter how hard he or she wished it was true. It was always Miss Peregrine or Mis P.
˝Son˝, Enoch replied quietly as he left the deathly silent room. It was the only thing he was capable of saying. Claire's words had struck a chord. Halfway to his destination he became painfully awere that they didn't almost lose only theire caretaker. But a woman that raised them, feed them and most importantly a woman that loved them. A woman that from the moment they set foot inside the loop, became their mother.