Chapter 51: Panic

"No....no...hospital."

There was an unmistakable British accent.

She looked back up. No one was out but the phones were still out. She grew furious. So what if she wasn't passing at that moment? They would have left the boy on the floor to die!? They would have videoed until the boy died then put it on the Internet for people to lament and what?

She wiped her tears and gently picked the little boy, no more than 14 years in her arms.

"No...hospital." the boy murmured again before his eyes slid shut.

*

Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.

Who was he?

Then she remembered.

"Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.

She