Beauty Love - Chapter 6 - Wrong Direction
Rating : K+
Genre : Friendship, Family Drama
Warning : Orphan, Emotionaly wrecked ---- tissueeee
Lads : Kian, Mark, Shane, Bryan, Nicky
Summary : Both Kian and Mark , 11 yrs old, are an orphan at St.
Peter Orphan House for Boys. They grew up together and happily, they
were loved by all sisters and father, but they are still want to feel
having a real family which mean having mother, father, and brother.
Would they have that too ?
Chapter 6
Wrong Direction
The night was
so cold, Kian tightened his jacket and wrapped his warm for the warmness, and
kept walking. He probably could catch the first ship way to Ireland this
morning.
He didn’t know how far he had walk when
suddenly rain came down. It’s raining! Kian walked faster. He couldn’t stop, he
must reach the ship.
But the rain was getting heavy; he tried to run with wet all
over. But it was only a few meters, and he couldn’t run again. He panted
exhausting. The coldness wrapped him. He felt his breath getting short. He
decided to take some break till the rain off.
He found someplace where saved from the
rain. He sat, and felt his breath even short, and his chest started to hurt
again. Quickly he took his medicine before its getting worst. Somehow he felt
the fear he wouldn’t make it. He took his short breath and tried to calm. The
coldness even sucked his breath, yet the rain hadn’t stop. He shivered and
shaking, from the coldness.
But it seemed his medicine couldn’t do
much. The coldness stabbed his lungs, made him hard to breath. His mind flew to
his warm bed. Even it was not a luxurious bed with a big blanket, it had warmed
him enough. Tears fell down. Maybe he shouldn’t leave, maybe this was a
mistake. But yet he needed to see Mark.
He tried to lay down, not making move or
just making him couldn’t breathe. The fever came made him pale. He knew this
one. Hard breathing and chest hurt, then fever. This was pneumonia like he had
when he was 8 years, and he almost dead of it.
The fear even sucked him. No body with him, nobody would take care of.
He’ll gonna die, here, alone. NO, he couldn’t die, not before he met Mark.
“No...Mark…” and he
lost all awareness.
*
“The rain has stopped,
Sir,” Paul told his master as seeing the outside from the window.
“Yes. Guess, we could
continue our riding home,” Lord Louis Mcfadden said with gladly
“Yes.”
Lord McFadden said thank you to the house hold where they could
take shelter from the rain. Yes, he rode the cart, but he couldn’t let his
coachman get wet from the rain. They were on the way home from a patient who
needed his help.
“Thank you very much,
Ben.”
“It’s my honored, Sir”
Ben answered politely really felt honored could give The Marques a shelter. It
wasn’t only he was a Marques, but Lord McFadden was a doctor who treated his
son from the disease that almost killed him. No money was charge. Lord McFadden
never asked the payment from the peasants, as he knew they couldn’t afford it.
He was a doctor and A Marques with a truly noble heart.
Lord McFadden just smiled, and then excused himself.
But they were shock with body fell over with pitiful cries as
the door was opened.
“My Lord!” they even
shock to realize, it was a little boy.
Paul checked the semi conscious boy. He was soaked from the
rain. The boy breath with a painful effort, damp with the sweat. “He’s burning
up, Sir. He’s sick.”
“Take him inside,”
Lord McFadden ordered. “Put him on the bed.”
Paul took the boy inside, and laid him on the bed.
Lord McFadden checked the boy’s symptoms. No rashes or vomit.
But he was sick all right. 'It's not the fever!' was certain of that. He
listened to the labored breathing and painful cough.
“It’s pneumonia,” Lord
McFadden sighed. “Change his clothes. What the hell he’s doing there?” he
turned to the door.
Ben gave his son’s clean dry clothes, and put it on the sick
boy.
“Could be he’s a
beggar?” Paul guessed
“I don’t think so, his
clothes was clean and nice. Check his bag.”
Paul checked the whole stuff inside the bag. “Well, he looked
like going for a journey. And from St. Peter Orphan House,” as he found the
uniform and a soaked letter.
“Where he head to?”
Paul read the sender, “Dublin, Sir.”
“Ireland?” Louis
surprised. “What he’s doing here? He should go west, not south,” then he
realize, the boy must had wrong way by the heavy rain. He sighed, “Well, where
ever he is come from, and where he head to, he needs help now. Let’s take him
home. We could call the family later.”
“Yes, Sir,” Paul put
the stuff back to the bag.
“Thank You, Ben,” as
Lord McFadden picked to boy who had lost consciousness again. He almost
shocked, how small this boy.
Lord McFadden held the boy warm through the
journey home. He looked and scanned the boy who still laid painfully with
hardly breathing. He was so beautiful, and he had this face before, so near
with him, but then lost it.
“So beautiful for a boy,
Sir,” Paul scanned the boy too. And that alarmed him something. “Sir, don’t you
think he looks like Miss Adeline?”
Lord McFadden not surprised. He knew Paul would recognize too.
Lord McFadden sighed.
“Yes, Paul, he is. …” he felt hurt again. But this was double. He had to
see this painfully face twice!
TBC
CONTINUE ????
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