Without question or complaint Mr. Prewett set to work, Malou felt useless as she stood next to the table, a hand placed on it to steady her while she lifted her injured foot off the ground discreetly to rest it. It was going to be a long walk back to the ballroom.
A few minutes in he discarded his jacket next to the ingredients and Malou watched the muscles of his arms as he moved, noting his broad back. She adverted her eyes when it appeared he was going to turn. It would do no good to be caught watching. And really, she was being a silly school girl. She'd seen shirtless men before. A man in a shirt should be nothing new to her. But with Mr. Prewett it was different. God help her if he ended up in her wing of the hospital ever.
The ingredents were almost most gathered when he started to say something, but the farmiliar sound of breaking glass broke him off. The next thing Malou heard was Mr. Prewett's shout of no and then she was being shoved aside, landing roughly on her side, her ankle twisting painfully in the movement. An involuntary shriek twisted from her lips as tears of pain sprung to her eyes.
Next to her there was a loud crash. She could see ingredients flying past her, the wind catching them and taking them away from her view as her eyes stared at the doorway. She couldn't see what had happened. She couldn't feel Mr. Prewett's body either - unlike the last time.
Fear gripped her as she pushed herself up to sitting and turned to face what had happened. The window was gone and the wall that held it seemed to be swaying. Or perhaps that was a trick of her eyes, because it wasn't the window or the wall that captured her attention. It was the large wooden cabinet next to her, with Mr. Prewett under it.
Malou's body was suddenly cold, she didn't even hear the gasp that escaped her lips. Instead she was moving on her knees to him, "Mr. Prewett!" The strangled cry that escaped her lips surely the loudest she had ever been. "Mr. Prewett?" She was almost crying, an edge of unfarmiliar hysteria creeping into her. Was that blood she saw? Fruitlessly she pushed at the cabinet, desperate to get him out, to check his injuries, to make sure he was still - no she wasn't going to think that.
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A few minutes in he discarded his jacket next to the ingredients and Malou watched the muscles of his arms as he moved, noting his broad back. She adverted her eyes when it appeared he was going to turn. It would do no good to be caught watching. And really, she was being a silly school girl. She'd seen shirtless men before. A man in a shirt should be nothing new to her. But with Mr. Prewett it was different. God help her if he ended up in her wing of the hospital ever.
The ingredents were almost most gathered when he started to say something, but the farmiliar sound of breaking glass broke him off. The next thing Malou heard was Mr. Prewett's shout of no and then she was being shoved aside, landing roughly on her side, her ankle twisting painfully in the movement. An involuntary shriek twisted from her lips as tears of pain sprung to her eyes.
Next to her there was a loud crash. She could see ingredients flying past her, the wind catching them and taking them away from her view as her eyes stared at the doorway. She couldn't see what had happened. She couldn't feel Mr. Prewett's body either - unlike the last time.
Fear gripped her as she pushed herself up to sitting and turned to face what had happened. The window was gone and the wall that held it seemed to be swaying. Or perhaps that was a trick of her eyes, because it wasn't the window or the wall that captured her attention. It was the large wooden cabinet next to her, with Mr. Prewett under it.
Malou's body was suddenly cold, she didn't even hear the gasp that escaped her lips. Instead she was moving on her knees to him, "Mr. Prewett!" The strangled cry that escaped her lips surely the loudest she had ever been. "Mr. Prewett?" She was almost crying, an edge of unfarmiliar hysteria creeping into her. Was that blood she saw? Fruitlessly she pushed at the cabinet, desperate to get him out, to check his injuries, to make sure he was still - no she wasn't going to think that.