WILLLIAM BOLTON
“Something’s wrong.” I say as I look at Sebastian, my eyes searching the crowd. I have this stabbing pain in my side, and it is making me uncomfortable. “I know what you mean. Someone just crushed my lungs.” Seb says as he looks at me, concern written on his face. As he gets up, Christy and Shirley, my Estate Manageress, comes over to the table. Christy’s face is pale and she’s holding an arm protectively over her side. “What happened? You look terrible.” Sebastian states and I just give him a glare. Christy just groans as she takes a seat, but I can see she’s close to tears. “Can I please go home?” She asks in a shaky voice as her breath comes in short pants. She’s in pain. Father and General Collard looks on in concern. Sebastian’s face loses color and his eye
