Clive Dove

This Is Excitement

Chapter 9

Sorry sorry, guys! Real Life took over with all it's dramas and all that good stuff. I was hospitalized and yeah I didn't get to do much writing (Nor did the hospital have any internet)

So yeah. Back on track now!

IMPORTANT

Uhhh I feel pressured on this story. I know a lot of you like it, so would any of you like to be co-author? If you do want to help out (I'll be choosing), then simply just PM me saying that you'd like to be co-author and give me an example of your writing. If I don't get someone's help I don't think I'll be able to continue, because my family is in hospital, my grandfather died and I'm sick / I'll try my best alone, but please, if you want to co-author PM me.

Clive sighed. It had been two days, and they still hadn't managed to form a solid plan. Most of the time had been spent arguing over flaws and small details, which probably weren't important.

Then again, they might be.

Shipley seemed to think he was going to fail again. He had simply thanked him for the vote of confidence and walked out. Flora was worried about the whole affair, and how they were going to get out of it alive and without criminal records. Clive had told her they probably wouldn't, which had made Flora cry, and he spent a whole hour calming her down.

Downstairs, he could just hear the chattering of the two, while he lay upstairs on his back, simply wanting a break from the two, who had spent the whole morning shouting in his ear and arguing. It wasn't good for his mental health.

As the talk got louder and louder, Clive began to feel annoyed. Couldn't he have at least a few moments of quiet to think? Apparently not.

After he could take it no longer, Clive stormed downstairs, about to yell at them to be quiet, when he noticed the blood on the floor.

"What happened?" he asked, whispering as if scared. Clive glanced around, trying to locate the source of the bleeding. Shipley was leaning over someone.

Flora!

A chill swept through him. Flora lay on the ground, blood pooling around her forehead. Her breathing came in short, swift gasps. Clive knelt next to her, and Shipley put a cloth on her forehead to attempt to stifle the blood flow. Both of them were very pale.

Clive was horrified. Who could have snuck in here, and harmed Flora in plain sight? The worst part was, he very much doubted Shipley had a doctor's licence, but oh well, it was all they had. He was Flora's only chance of survival.

"Is there something I can do?"

Shipley nodded, "Go and get some water. I'll need some. Then go and find me a piece of cloth. Anything."

Clive didn't reply, simply stood up and ran to get what Shipley had requested. Once he acquired the water, he realised getting cloth would be difficult. But Flora really needed it. Unhappily, he tore the sleeve of his white shirt, up to about elbow length. That would do until he found something better.

He returned to Shipley and handed across the items, sitting down and trying to pick up on what Shipley was doing. It was hard, as Shipley worked hard and fast. Flora's death would be certain if he couldn't heal her.

It was only a matter of time, and Clive for one knew that you could not change the past.

Sorry it's really short, but if I get a co-owner the chapters will definitely be longer! Until next time,

UtterMadness