Bell woke up at the grand old time of five in the morning. He yawned and did his morning stretches to keep his body flexible and nimble. Just like his master taught him.
The thoughts of that woman took his eyes to his journal. It laid on the nightstand next to his bed and in front of the window that allowed the first rays of sunlight into his room.
Seeing as he couldn't go on his run because that would leave Airmid defenseless Bell grabbed the journal and sat on the bed. He still wasn't used to this whole bodyguard thing. It all felt weird to him.
Day 1
Well, this is technically day two but I was too busy to write anything down yesterday so I'll substitute this as day one.
Things are going well. Haven't been to the dungeon yet but I was able to join the Dian Cecht familia. Though that somehow got me wrapped up in guarding the best healer in Orario.
Not that I'm complaining, however. I have a roof over my head and food in my belly. The healer's also pretty cute too so that's a plus.
I mean she kind of looks like a doll but that's not a bad thing. Anyway, I'm starting to ramble and I really should start my morning workout.
Can't do any cardio since that would leave Airmid defenseless and well that would make me a bad bodyguard. So looks like it's an upper body day.
Bell shut his journal and set it on his nightstand. He placed the pencil on top of it before dropping to the floor and doing pushups.
It was a quick warmup before he started with his other workouts. Push-ups then one armed pushups. After that handstand pushups. Followed by one-arm handstand push-ups.
"I should see if there's a store that sells weights. Wait would Airmid be mad if I started bringing stuff into her home? It might be better to ask her first." Bell thought.
He continued with his workout for a couple hours and by that point, the sun had already fully risen. The rays shone into Bell's room as the boy finished his workout.
He let out a breath as he stood up. Sweat stuck to his body like water on a rag. It made him feel dirty and nasty.
"Alright time for a bath." Bell thought.
He exited his room and walked out into the hallway. After reaching the bathroom he softly knocked on the door and waited.
Hearing no reply Bell walked into the bathroom. It had a simple design of pink wallpaper with a white tile floor. In the far left corner was the bath and next to it a shower. Off to his right pressed up against the wall was a sink and mirror and to his left was the toilet.
Bell shut the door behind him and before he took his clothes off he hesitated. This was a woman's bathroom. Should he really be using this?
I mean he used a bathroom a woman had used before. But his master was more of a Battleaxe than a woman. So there wasn't really a problem there. But now that he was in a woman's house he was hesitant to use her bathroom. For some reason, it just felt wrong.
Bell quickly shook his head, however. "I think she'd hate it more if I smelled bad." He thought.
Steeling his resolve he discarded his clothes and turned on the water. He waited for it to heat up before getting in and sinking most of his body under the water.
A relaxing sigh escaped his lips as he sank further down. The warm water felt nice and relaxing and Bell just sat there. Soaking in the bath and relaxing.
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Airmid woke up and looked over at the clock that day on her nightstand. It was seven in the morning and the sun was shining brightly through her blue curtains.
She yawned and let go of her teddy bear. It was a normal-sized teddy bear dressed in a nurse's outfit. Airmid had bought it when she first started working at Dian's clinic.
She threw the covers off her and stood up yawning while she did so. In the farthest corner of her room was a painting she was working on. It was supposed to be a field of flowers in the sunset.
But right now it was more sunset on white canvas than anything. She hadn't had much time as of late due to work and couldn't paint yesterday because of Bell. Airmid really hoped she would have time to finish that painting soon.
Letting out another yawn Airmid walked past her desk to her closet where a flower was sitting. Airmid took a closer look at it and realized it would need water.
The closest opened and Airmid took out her work uniform before shutting it. She stepped out into the hallway not really paying attention to much around her.
She was still waking up after all and hoped a quick bath would further that process. The door opened and Airmid stepped in.
She didn't bother knocking as Bell was probably still asleep. Airmid was wrong however as when that door opened Bell was just getting out of the shower.
Their eyes for a second before Airmid's eyes took in every part of Bell. The boy was quick to blush and cover himself while Airmid simply walked back into the hallway.
A slight dusting coated her cheeks as Airmid was now fully awake. Being a doctor Airmid was used to seeing patients naked. But she was caught off guard when she saw Bell.
She thought he'd still be asleep.
Then the images of him came flooding through her mind. The way the water messed up his hair and dropped down his body. The way his muscles slightly flexed as he moved.
Bell had a lot more muscle than Airmid thought. She guessed it was the perks of his magic but by the gods were there many. Abs, biceps, pectorals everything that she could think of he had.
What was even weirder is that he wasn't bulky but lean. How could one have such muscles and not be bulky?
The door behind her opened breaking Airmid's train of thought. She turned around and saw Bell carrying his dirty clothes with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His face was still bright red but he was trying his hardest to keep his composure. His throat cleared and Bell spoke.
"Um bathroom's open," Bell said. His voice was shaky and meek.
Airmid simply nodded. "I see, uh sorry." She replied.
Then without another word, she walked past him and into the bathroom. After closing the door she pressed her back against it with one thought running through her mind.
"At least he's physically healthy." Airmid's mind went into doctor mode to save her the embarrassment.
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Bell quickly shut his door behind him and locked it. His face was redder than a tomato and his heart was racing.
"She saw me naked! She saw me naked! She saw me naked!" He repeated over and over in his head.
Bell's hand subconsciously covered his crotch again. As if somehow Airmid could see through walls and was staring at him right now.
But that was foolish so Bell shook his head and recomposed himself. He took a deep breath and set the dirty clothes down on his bed. He made a mental note to himself to make it after he was done changing.
Dropping the towel from his waist Bell made his way over to his sling bag and opened it. Inside were a change of clothes, some money, and a few other essentials he needed while traveling.
The bag also used to house his journal but that was sitting on the nightstand right now.
Bell put his clothes on which consisted of another black shirt and brown pants. He looked at his dirty clothes on the bed and wondered what to do with them.
He didn't know where Airmid washed hers and just thinking of washing her clothes with his made him nervous.
He was living alone with a girl and had no idea what to do.
"Ugh, this is so weird. I don't want to overstep my bounds but I also don't want to make her uncomfortable. What to do. What to do." Bell thought.
Not coming to a conclusion Bell shook his head. This was a problem he could deal with later. Right now he was hungry and wanted breakfast.
He hoped Airmid wouldn't mind if he made some for himself. To make sure she wouldn't he'd make some for her too.
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Airmid got out of the bath and started drying her hair. The memories of the incident already leaving her mind as to her it wasn't that big a deal.
She had seen many people naked throughout her lifetime. It came with her profession. But she knew that she owed Bell an apology.
Airmid had broken her own rule after all. Knock before you enter that bathroom. It didn't matter if she thought he was still asleep. She didn't follow her own rule and as such owed him an apology.
One she was ready to give as she headed back to her room. Once arriving she finished drying her hair and brushed it.
Once it was nice and straight she grabbed her nurse uniform and put it on. After straightening it out and making sure there were no wrinkles she grabbed her little hat and placed it on her head.
Once she was done with that Airmid grabbed her dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper. She noted her hamper was getting full and she'd have to do laundry soon.
That then reminded her that she hadn't shown Bell where the washing machine or dryer was. These objects were new inventions that were very expensive to the public and only the top familia's were able to afford them.
But since Airmid was Orario's top healer that put her in a unique position to acquire them. It made washing and drying her clothes ten times easier than before.
Taking one last look in the mirror Airmid made sure her uniform was in peak condition before leaving her room.
As she made her way down the hall a tasty aroma filled her nose from downstairs. Before reaching the stairs she looked to her left and saw that the door to his room was open.
A journal rested on the nightstand and his bed was neatly made. Curiosity entered Airmid's mind when she saw the journal.
Airmid didn't open it or even touch it of course. It was something that belonged to Bell and therefore it was his property. She didn't want to intrude on his privacy any more than she already had.
So Airmid ignored it and headed downstairs. The wonderful aroma of whatever was cooking got stronger as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
What she saw took her by surprise. Bell was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the two of them. It was simple bacon and eggs but he was still cooking for her.
Hearing her feet touch the ground Bell looked up and smiled. His cheeks were slightly red but he was smiling nonetheless.
"Good morning. I hope you don't mind but I helped myself to what was in the fridge. My master always said breakfast was the most important meal of the day." He nervously said.
Airmid was silent before nodding. "It's quite alright. You're my guest so you're welcome to help yourself to things."
Bell's body seemed to relax when hearing that. To Airmid it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he seemed to relax more.
"Well just have a seat then. Breakfast will be ready in a minute." Bell told her. His face seemingly more relaxed than before.
Airmid walked over and sat at the dinner table noticing it was already set. A minute later Bell turned off the stove and set the food on two plates.
After bringing them over and setting them down Bell and Airmid began to eat breakfast. She noticed that his plate had more food than hers and she didn't mind. With all those muscles Bell probably had to have a big caloric intake.
So it was fine with her if he ate more. She also didn't want him to starve either otherwise she'd be a bad host.
They had a quiet breakfast and when they were done it was time to go to work.
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Airmid locked the door to her house and walked down to the street where Bell was waiting. When she arrived next to him the two started walking to the clinic.
It was close to eight in the morning and the streets were starting to get fuller and fuller. Bell made sure he kept close to Airmid. Being her bodyguard and all it was his job to keep her safe from harm.
Even if he had no idea what he was keeping an eye out for. Monsters didn't roam the streets and Bell couldn't tell the difference between a good person and a bad one yet.
So his guard was up at all times and he was ready for a fight. Airmid noticed this and smiled to herself. Her other guards didn't really take their job that seriously.
They were under the assumption that no one would be dumb enough to try and kidnap her. For one it would be broad daylight and two if she got hurt nearly everyone in the city would want revenge.
So they just simply escorted her to and from work while not keeping their guard up at all. It was a miracle, at least in Airmid's mind they were never attacked.
After another few minutes of walking, they arrived at the clinic and Bell seemed to relax. They walked inside and the two night nurses were at the counter.
Their bodies seemed tired and ragged. Airmid assumed it must've been a tough shift if they looked like that.
However, their bodies seemed to relax and droop when they saw her. The two women smiled at Airmid as she walked behind the counter.
"Rough night girls?" Airmid asked.
"You have no idea." The black-haired human answered. Her name was Bernadette.
"So many drunk idiots and old people thinking they're having a heart attack. I hate working the night shift." The blonde Chienthrope groaned. Her name was Martha.
Airmid looked at the shelves and noticed that some were close to being bare. She knew those boxes were heavy and also knew that Martha and Bernadette wouldn't be able to lift them in their state.
So she turned to Bell who had stood there quietly. Kind of shy to speak and interrupt their girl talk. He also had no idea who the other two were and therefore didn't know how to talk to them.
"Bell, do you remember where you put those boxes yesterday?" She softly asked. Bell nodded still too nervous to speak.
"Can you go and get one of them for me? The lower shelves are starting to look a little bare."
Bell nodded and walked off to the back room. Once out of sight and earshot Martha and Bernadette gave Airmid teasing smirks.
"So Airmid who's the hunk?" Martha asked.
"Planning on climbing that mountain?" Bernadette added.
Airmid blushed slightly at the crude remarks. She kept her composure, however. "His name is Bell and he's part of our familia. He's also my new bodyguard so I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about him like that."
"Oh, so you're living together." Martha teased.
Bernadette put her hand to her mouth. "Wonder how that'll turn out. A nice strong bodyguard to keep you safe and warm at night."
Airmid's blush deepened slightly. "It's not like that! He has his own room!"
Before any more could be said Bell returned with a box holding it as if it weighed nothing to him. This surprised the other two nurses as he easily set it down on the counter.
"It was a box like this right?" Bell asked.
Airmid nodded and Bell was quick to open the box. Inside were hundreds of potions each carefully set up in a way to where they wouldn't smash against each other and break.
"So uh...do these go a certain way? Or do you just put them wherever?"
Airmid face palmed while Martha and Bernadette found his obliviousness adorable. They already liked him and hadn't even had a conversation with him.
"Aw, I like him already." Martha cooed.
"So innocent," Bernadette added.
Airmid rolled her eyes in annoyance. She knew exactly what these two were about to do and wanted to protect Bell from their teasing.
"Alright go home you two! Captains orders! You have the night shift again after all." Airmid ordered.
Martha and Bernadette grumbled but listened. They made their way past her and then Bell exiting the clinic and heading home.
Bell smiled. "They seem nice."
Airmid closed her eyes and sighed. He had no idea what she had just saved him from. "Just help me put the potions away."
"Uh, I don't know where they go." He pointed out.
"Then I'll show you," Airmid answered.
The two then spent most of the morning sorting and organizing potions so they could be readily accessible when needed.
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As the day dragged on Bell was once again bored. Not much happened at the clinic and Bell had no ways to really entertain himself.
So he sat in a chair with wheels and attempted to balance a pen between his upper lip and nose. He kept failing of course but he also never stopped trying.
Airmid watched this with amusement. She was also sitting in a chair exactly like Bell's. The clinic wasn't really busy today but she wasn't bored. She liked it when it was quiet. It meant no one was dying.
Airmid saw the pen fall and Bell catch it again. He held it up longer that time. Once again it went on the top of his lip and balanced while Airmid watched.
She knew Bell was bored. It made sense he was still a child. He was full of energy and had no way to expel it. Airmid looked around the clinic and saw it was still empty.
She was safe here and Ganesha had plain clothes guards waiting outside. One to remain incognito and two to make sure the clinic was safe.
So in truth, she didn't need Bell here. Not while she was at the clinic at least. So knowing this she turned her attention to Bell.
"Bell." She softly called out.
Bell quickly sat up dropping the pen onto the ground. Airmid suppressed a giggle seeing this and waited for Bell to respond.
"Yes? Sorry, I was goofing off do you need anything?" He bumbled. Like he was sorry he got caught.
Again Airmid suppressed her giggle and spoke. "It's fine, I wanted to let you know that I'm perfectly safe here. So if there's anything you want to do you're welcome to do it."
Bell sat up straighter and his body filled with excitement. But then he slouched back down. "But won't you be stuck here until I come back? I don't want to keep you waiting. Also, it's my job to protect you."
Airmid rolled her eyes. He was too innocent for his own good. "Bell it's fine, as long as you're not spending the night in there. Now go on I can see you're bored."
Bell smiled brightly before shooting up out of his chair. Airmid blinked and Bell was already out the door. She was surprised by his sheer speed.
He came back a minute later, however. "Uh, I don't know which way to go."
Airmid smirked. "Just keep going straight." She told him.
Bell quickly nodded and took off running once more. Once he was gone Airmid let out a laugh at his childlike innocence. Just some farm kid from the boonies in the big city.
It was a tale as old as time.
Then her eyes shot open as she remembered one thing. "Crap he didn't register at the guild!"
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Bell was running down the streets of Orario not bothering to take in the sights around him. Gusts of wind blew past him and others as he continued his run.
Looks like he would get some cardio in after all.
Around a minute later Bell would arrive at the entrance of the dungeon and stopped. This was a sight he knew he had to take in.
This was his first time entering the dungeon. His first adventure into the unknown depths of what some would call hell itself.
A place where Bell was excited to go and test himself.
The Tower of Babel loomed above him. The symbol it gave off was one of security and control. But also one of dominance. The lid to the dungeon was what it was normally known as other than Babel.
The lid that kept the monsters in the dungeon and off the surface. The safeguard for mankind and its people.
Bell took in the sight and its importance. Then descended into the dungeon without a second thought.
He quickly made his way down the stairs and ended up on the first floor. The one where any beginner tested their mettle. The place to prove themselves worthy of being an adventurer.
The light blue walls have Bell and eerie comfort. It reminded him of his room back home. But he didn't have time to think of that as the wall in front of him started to crack open.
When a big enough crack formed out popped a Goblin. It was an ugly little thing. Light green skin the color of vomit with crooked teeth sticking out of its mouth.
The monster blinked its eyes adjusting to the light and sniffed the air. Its attention turned to Bell after catching his scent. After letting out a series of bird-like chirps it charged at Bell with its claws raised.
Bell reeled his leg back and waited. A second later when the Goblin was in range Bell kicked it. The kick was so hard that Bell cracked the monster stone causing it to immediately turn to dust.
He got lucky however as it dropped a fang. Bell picked it up and examined it wondering if it could be used to make potions. He didn't think so but he'd ask Airmid just to be sure.
He put the fang in his pocket and continued deeper down the beginner's road. He wasn't attacked much as it was close to noon and hundreds if not thousands of adventurers had already been here leaving slim pickings for Bell.
Not that the boy minded, however. He was just happy to be in the dungeon. It was a new place and he wanted to explore it. But he could also heal people if they got hurt as well.
It was a win-win for Bell.
So he continued deeper into the dungeon. Not coming across any monsters until a few minutes later when he saw a trail of blood.
Bell quickly followed it and saw a Kobold about to kill a boy. A Kobold was an ugly dog-like monster that stood on its hind legs. Between the Goblin and Kobold, the latter was uglier.
Bell quickly charged the beast with its back turned to him. He grabbed its head and crushed it in the palm of his hand easily killing it.
Once dropping it to the ground Bell turned and to look at the boy. He looked no older than 13 and looked dirty and malnourished.
He had brown hair and brown eyes that were filled with fear and self-loathing. Bell crouched down and placed a hand on the young boy's shoulder. The boy jumped but relaxed feeling a soothing warmth spread across his back.
An ethereal green glow could be seen from the corner of his eye as the cut on his back began to heal. His ragged breathing steadied and he felt at peace.
Was this what dying felt like?
It didn't. Bell had healed the kid and then gently propped him up against the wall. The kid's eyes were still hazy so Bell held his finger in front of the kid's face.
"Follow my finger," Bell ordered.
Bell moved it to the right and then to the left. The boy followed it with his eyes. Everything was starting to clear up for him now and he could make out the features of his savior.
Once Bell finished his little test he patted the boy on the shoulder. "Well your injury is healed and I didn't sense anymore inside you. So I give you a clean bill of health." He lightly joked.
The boy shook his head and then looked over to the Kobold. He nearly wanted to vomit seeing its crushed skull. But held it back as he didn't want to lose his breakfast.
The boy then turned to Bell who still kept his hand on his shoulder. "Who are you?" He asked.
Bell smiled. "My name's Bell. What's yours?"
"Rye." The boy replied.
"Well Rye, what are you doing down here all by yourself?" Bell asked. He wanted to know what would possess a kid as young as him to come down here.
"I wanted to provide for my family," Rye answered. Though he felt like a failure nearly dying on the first floor.
"Well, that's an admirable goal. But you're a little young to be down here." Bell replied.
Rye frowned and looked down. "I know, but I have to do this."
Bell patted him on the shoulder and helped him up. He didn't know Rye's circumstances but they seemed less fortunate than his. "Alright but maybe you should come down prepared. You only have a dagger and no armor. Coming down here unprepared is a good way to get killed."
Rye bit his lip and looked away. Bell sighed and walked over to the Kobold. Then without a second thought dug his fingers into its chest and dug its crystal out.
Rye again wanted to vomit but held it down. The Kobold turned to ash and Bell wiped the purple blood off his hand.
"Catch," Bell called out.
He tossed the monster stone to Rye and the boy fumbled with it before grabbing ahold of it. He looked at Bell in shock.
"B-but I didn't earn it! It was your kill!" Rye protested.
Bell looked at the boy and gently grabbed his shoulder. He began leading him out of the dungeon and to the exit.
Bell's reply was very simple. "I know, but you seem to need it more than me."
Rye was flabbergasted at this and tried to protest again but his words died in his throat. The others needed this money that he was getting. So if this stranger wanted to give it to him he had to take it.
Bell then proceeded to lead Rye out of the dungeon and back onto the surface. Making sure the boy was safe and wouldn't get himself killed today.
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"So, you know where to get those exchanged?" Bell asked referring to the monster stones.
Rye nodded his head and began making his way to the guild. Bell followed behind him as he himself had just realized he hadn't registered there yet.
"I hope I'm not in any trouble." Bell thought.
The duo walked for a few minutes in silence. At this point, it was close to two in the afternoon. Time really seemed to fly down in the dungeon.
Especially when you're saving a life.
The two eventually arrived at a marble building known as the guild. It was a massive building that spanned nearly the entire street with its sheer size alone.
Walking inside Bell noticed a blue carpet beneath his feet and couches and tables to his right. To his left was a tellers booth for what he assumed had to be the exchange and in front of him were desks manned by guild staff.
Behind those desks seemed to be back rooms and offices and to the left of those were stairs that led to the second floor.
Without wasting a second Rye approached the exchange desk which shoved out the tray. Rye grabbed the pouch that was at his hip and poured 15 monster stones in there.
Waiting for a minute the tray slid back out to him and 3500 valis waited. Rye reached up and grabbed it before putting it back into his pouch.
The boy turned to Bell who stood behind him. Rye found it weird this guy kept following him but pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Bell did save his life after all.
"Thanks for saving me." He mumbled. Ashamed that he had to be rescued when it was his job to provide for everyone.
Bell just smiled. "No problem Rye. Just make sure you're better prepared before you head into the dungeon next time."
Rye nodded and then left the guild. Bell walked away from the exchange and to one of the guild staff at the desks.
It was a brunette half-elf with green eyes. She wore a black suit vest with a white dress shirt underneath and gray khakis.
She looked up at the approaching Bell and gave him a friendly smile. One which he returned as he arrived.
"Hello, my name is Eina Tulle. How can I help you today?" She greeted.
Bell cleared his throat and answered. "Hi, my name's Bell. I'm here to register at the guild."
Eina still smiling reached into her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. She handed them to Bell and started explaining what he needed to do.
"Alright all we need is your first and last name, your level, and what familia you're a part of. After that, you should be all set." She explained.
Bell nodded and began filling out the needed information. He was quick but smooth with his writing. Making sure it wasn't messy but wanting to finish registering in a quick but orderly fashion.
After he filled out the form he handed the paper back to Eina who read the sheet over. She was surprised to see he was part of the Dian Cecht familia but thought the old god found another healer he wanted. So she didn't question Bell about it.
"Alright, everything here is good. Please come back to the guild if you would like to buy any starting gear or take lessons on the dungeon."
Bell nodded. "I will. Thank you for your help."
Bell then left the guild and headed back to the clinic. Since he wasn't in the dungeon he was worried about Airmid's safety. Even while he was down there he was worried.
So he quickly made his way back to see if she was alright.
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After arriving back at the clinic Bell practically rushed back in. Airmid wasn't at the counter however and Bell felt his heart racing.
Where was she? It was his job to keep her safe and now she was gone. But she wasn't at the counter so that meant he failed.
His breathing started to get faster as his nerves started to make him shake. He was about to run out of the clinic to go look for her when a door opened behind him.
Airmid walked out with a father and his son who seemed a little sick. The young boy looked no older than four and was holding his stomach.
"Don't worry Mr Ring little Thomas here just has the stomach bug. Have him take these and he should be as good as new." Airmid explained. She handed the man something Bell couldn't see. But he assumed it was medicine.
"Thank you Dr Teasanare." The man replied.
He then handed her a pouch of valis and picked up his son. The man then walked to the door and gave Bell a nod as he passed by. Bell returned it and the man soon left the building.
"You're back earlier than I expected. Oh did you also register at the guild?" Airmid asked. She made her way back behind the counter and Bell was quick to follow.
"I ugh saved a kid and escorted him back to the surface. Then I got worried about you and came back because I thought you could be in danger." Bell quickly explained.
Airmid couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face. Bernadette was right, Bell was too innocent for his own good.
"Well, I'm still safe here. Bell this place is protected by undercover Ganesha familia members. This building is safe." Airmid replied.
That seemed to make Bell relax a little. He figured he wasn't going to tell her he was scared when he didn't see her when he came back.
"Alright, I'll take your word for it then. Oh, also I registered at the guild while I was there. Oh, I have a question." Bell quickly moved on much to Airmid's surprise. Part of her wanted to know more about that kid but didn't ask.
"What's your question? I'll try and answer it to the best of my ability." Airmid replied.
Bell fished inside his pocket and pulled out the goblin fang. Airmid was a little surprised he was able to get a drop item so quickly. They had a low chance of dropping so Airmid assumed the boy was lucky.
"So I found this after I killed a Goblin and wondered if it could have any healing properties?" Bell said.
Airmid was quick to shake her head. "No sorry, a Goblin fang has no healing properties. You can get some money from the guild if you turn it in, however." She explained.
Bell nodded his head and put it back in his pocket. "Oh ok...so uh I'm just gonna wait here until you're done with work."
He quickly sat back down in the chair he was in previously and watched the front door. Airmid rolled her eyes as she knew what he was doing. Despite her multiple assurances, Bell was still on guard inside the clinic.
It was kind of adorable how protective he was.
Well, that's the end of this chapter. Bell met new people, saved a life, and is a little overprotective it seems.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll catch you later.