From V. F. D. He Came
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I took him under both of my arms, with panic searing my heart. Examining his pale face for bruises, he is sweating. His brunette hair sticks to his scalp, oh God what have I done! All of a sudden he smiles at me, a smirk unlike any I have ever seen. "Name's Edmund Baudelaire, and you are supposed to be the person I am Taking." What does he mean by Taking? Did he just say; Baudelaire? He takes off his shirt and I get the medical kit. I get a gauze and swipe his wound. He smiles up at me again.
"Did anyone ever tell you your eyes are shmancy,"he chuckled to himself half in a daze.
My cheeks flaming, I turn away and get bandages. Oh my gosh, I am going to have to touch his chest to put these on. Gulping, and trying to preserve both of our modesties I quickly and efficiently pat down the wrappings. His green eyes are glazed, I push towards a sitting position and ask something I have been bursting to ask for ever since he uttered his name.
"Are you related to the Baudelaires by any chance?" I ask him.
His smile fades a little and he looks away. "Yes, yes, I am; Violet adopted me when I was younger, she was sterile so she and Quigley couldn't have any children. Anything else you would like to know?"
He seems annoyed, better change the subject. " So why did my father ask you to watch over me?" A few minutes pass and I start the car. Ten minutes go by before I get an answer, and what he says changed everything, " He wanted me to recruit you, and help you finish the tapes; and he wanted to finish doing what he himself never had the chance to do. He wants the Baudelaires and the Snickets to join together in Matrimony, so we are to be wed."
Did he just say what I think he said?