The King

TALK TO ME

!!!!!!READ THE END AUTHOR'S NOTES. IT'S IMPORTANT!!!! Also, Charlie has a perfect face. 

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She's sitting on the coach. Shaking like a leaf. Her brain subconsciously diagnoses her. She's in shock.

Arthur is standing somewhere, his arms crossed.

George suddenly walks back in saying "I didn't find anyone"

"did you look around where you found her?"

"I doubt the person would stick around"

Arthur glances at a shaking Bell sitting on the coach then he looks back at him

"why was she not with you?" Arthur asks

"I waited. she didn't show u-"

"so you just left?"

"I didn't think she was going to walk here on her own"

"damn it George" he says "I told you to stay with he-"

"This isn't your fault"

"Yea its yours"

"she chose to come here alone" George defends

Arthur turns towards Bell again.

she can hear them whispering somewhere.

She's sitting on the couch, shaking with something draped over her. The fire is going and the cloth around her is heavy but she's never felt so cold and the tears keep coming. She's been sitting here a while, heart hammering in her chest. A crippling fear eating at her heart.

suddenly she's face to face with Arthur who is crouching in front of her.

"are you hurt anywhere else other than your head?"

she knows he's talking, she knows what he said then why can't she comprehend anything. He's speaking and she's hearing and yet...her brain has decided to stop working.

The waves from her hand are running on a loop in her brain and she closes her eyes as a shudder breaks through her body. She presses the cloth tighter around her.

"she's in shock"

"I'm aware George" Arthur snaps and Bell visibly flinches. He sighs and says "get out of here, go watch the door"

George walks out as Arthur stands up.

"hell I can't let you go anywhere on your own" he mutters "how many attacks does it take for you to actually learn something"

he's chastising her. Somehow in her comatose brain state she feels annoyed by him.

He grabs a basket of supplies and says "you're forehead is bleeding, you need to clean it" 

she closes her eyes softly and wipes her cheek with her shoulder. Suddenly she feels something cold press against her head and she flinches away.

"relax I'm just cleaning the cut" he says

When he's done, he throws the rag in the bucket and a loud slapping wet noise echoes in the room.

His hands are on his hips, his stance is rigid and she can hear the air get pulled into his nose and out again. 

He's angry.

She can't help but feel like the anger is somehow directed at her.

"you wanna tell me what happened?" he says softly, catching her off guard.