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He was carrying him like some delicate, precious thing. Realizing who he was I dashed forward to clarify my suspicion. I was stopped by one of his companion," wait sir, you should leave this place immediately"

I replied," I cannot"

His companion looked troubled yet politely said, "there are some things you should not see here, so I ask you to leave before it gets even uglier."

Ignoring him I stepped forward to see the face of the man in his arm and cried out, "Will, is that you, Will, can you hear me" while caressing his face. It was Will, I knew the moment I saw his hoodie, the one bought him for his birthday last year. There were no bruises that was visible to the naked eye however I knew instantly that something was wrong with him since he was unconscious and his face was hot like he was running a fever. I had a clear image as to what might have happened to him. My thoughts promptly shifted to all those dark, deep places that I have buried for 9 years. There was a cold shiver in my whole body, a sensation so terrifying that my breath became fasten and my hands were trembling as I extended to lift the cloth around his neck when a hand stopped mine and low voice spoke to me, "don't"

As I lifted my eyes up to look at him, my mind was blank while there was a blurry vision in front of me of a man as tall as pole. Just then he passed Will to someone and held my hands speaking softly, "it's okay.... breath slowly... Take in" while following the instructions himself, "pause..... Now breath out". We did this for few more times before I gained my composure. Once he knew I was fine he continued, "he is okay, for precautionary reasons we have taken him back to our place to check on him"

"We will bring him back once he is all better"

"No" was what came out of my mouth, "I can't leave him to strangers, I can go to your place where is it ?" I turn around to leave the place. He speaks from behind, "okay, but I will have my friend accompany you" before I could say anything back he asks his friend, "Tim drive him back and make sure they are comfortable"

Tim simply nods in agreement and signals me to follow him to his car.

I rush to the car ignoring the cries in the background, I hop in the car and within 25 minutes we reach an antique shop. The car stops there and Tim speaks, "ask the shopkeeper to take you to medic"

I jump out of the car and head to the shop and do as I was told, hearing me the old man signals a girl in the shop who comes to my aid immediately. She takes me to the elevator behind the counter and presses some number. The elevator starts moving.

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