Arthur wanted to tell so many things, but he was feeling too bad for a conversation.
- You need to go to hospital.
Charles said.
-No!
Arthur said. He didn't want to risk being recognized again.
-Are you sure?
Charles asked.
-Yes.
-I'll take you to home.
-No.
-No? Why?
-Too risky.
-Too risky? Why?
-Please...
-Where do you want to go then?
-Doesn't matter, just not my home nor hospital.
-Okay, we're going to my home then.
-Alright.
It was hard for Arthur to walk, and he fell down as soon as he took the first step. So Charles hold his arm to both speed him up and prevent him from falling.
Arthur slept in the cart the whole ride.
When they reached to home after two hours, Arthur was feeling way better.
-You know you don't have to do it, right?
-Arthur, stop it. I won't let you go there ever again. You nearly died there. I know how traumatizing that might be. Being where you nearly died, with the person who nearly killed you could be verrry triggering.
-I can handle it, stop treating me like a child.
-You are a child.
-I'm thirteen.
-So what are you? And adult?
-No, but i'm nog a little kid.
-You are a kid nontheles. Now tell me why don't you want to go home?