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My Aunt. Chapter 18

Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

back to the house. Manston was still on the ground, my aunt watching him like a hawk. "If you have hurt him...!" I snarled. "It were an accident, Miss, I did'nt mean 'im to fall, I thought 'e were the guard. I panicked." I glared at him then returned to Thomas' side. He was still fitting but not so violently now and gradually he calmed until his body gave a few small twitches and lay still. Doctor Harris took his wrist once again and timed his pulse against his pocket watch. As he did so the orderlies ran in with a stretcher. "Get him to his room, quickly and make sure he gets his medication. His pulse is very weak." With great urgency but carefully, the orderlies placed Thomas' prone figure upon the canvas litter and ran as quickly as they could, back towards the house. By this time the guard had returned with two others. They were holding Charlie, one either side. He made no effort to escape. He obviously realised what trouble he was in without making it worse. They seemed unsure what to do with him until Doctor Harris approached them. Standing in front of the hapless Manston, he looked at him as if deciding what to make of him. "Your hand!" he finally growled. Manston offered it meekly to the doctor who took it and began to carefully unwind the bandage until the wound was open to the air. "How did you do this?" he asked after turning it and carefully examining the damaged flesh. "I did it yesterday morning, Sir. I told Miss Victoria when I took her to Ipswich with the ... Major-General." "I asked how you did it, not when," the doctor replied curtly. Manston looked at him, lost, a broken man. "I was crankin' the engine to start the car, Sir. The 'andle kicked back and I scraped my knuckle across the radiator." "Did anyone see this?" Doctor Harris asked. "Who dressed it?" "No, Sir, no-one saw me. I dressed it meself from the first aid box." Hold his gaze for a few moments, Doctor Harris then turned to the guard. "Take him to my office and make sure he stays there. I shall be along shortly." "Shoudln't we lock 'im up, Sir?" the guard said. "Do as you are told, Private. Unless you wish me to take this up with the Major-General..." "As you wish, Sir." came the hurried reply and Charlie Manston was quickly ushered away in the direction of the house. "And get one of the nurses to clean that wound and redress it!" he called after them. All the time this had been happening, Aunt Helen had stood beside me, her arm around my shoulder. When Doctor Harris turned back to us, I waited anxiously for his opinion. "I think he is telling the truth about his hand, you know," the doctor spoke carefully, as if weighing up the possibility that Manston may not, after all, be the guilty party. "That is most certainly a scrape injury and it is dirty although not infected, but there is no sign of coal dust either in the wound or on the dressing and the fact that he dressed it himself is probably why the bandage was not secure." Aunt Helen spoke up then. "If he didn't do it, ...