Banished Prince Charming

Chapter 67 - Accident At Worksite!

That's right. The boy that Jack was hollering out to did not even bother to turn back as he prepares to impale and made him as the first casualty of the defensive structures...!

It was as if time had stood still, everyone was petrified to the ground, as they could simply watch the boy scrambled and ran towards the sharp points of the bamboo tips. Jack was scrambling forward to stop the boy from harming himself but could not reach him in time.

The men at the defensive structure production area too was rushing forward to grab the boy but in the course of grabbing the boys tunic and steering him from imminent danger, the boy happened to trip, his small head misses the sharpened end of a bamboo by more than a foot and fell to the ground instead, the side of his head violently slamming against the structure with a loud "CRACCK".

"AARRGGHH... MY BOY...NOOOOO..." a lady screamed and grabbed the top of her hair in exasperation, as she threw a roll of bamboo strips that had been made into bamboo chick on the ground and ran towards her three-year-old boy. That's right, that boy was the hearing-impaired Chadwell.

The screams of the Chadwell lady broke the petrified onlookers and rushed forward to the boy to see what happened. I too jumped from my study table and ran forwards, with Sir Blackie right behind in my trail.

A fairly large crowd had gathered where the boy was lying sprawled on the ground, his right arm was crooked and was under his little body while his left was outstretched in front.

A large hematoma which was gradually growing in size could be seen on the right side of his head, just 2 inches above his ear. There was no bleeding but the boy was clearly unconscious. "MAKE ROOM" I instructed and the onlookers made way for me to reach forward.

The boy was cradled by his father who had hobbled towards carrying the crutch as he wept and held the almost lifeless body of his boy. The boy's head was supported by the man as the boy's legs and arms dangled at his side like a rag doll.

"Chadwell, bring him to Kayla's house." I simply said to them as both the husband and wife carried their little unconscious boy back to Kayla's house. It is a good thing that Sir Blackie did not follow the 4 ladies and chose to lie under the study table instead.

"Go get Kayla, Sir Blackie..." the moment the dog heard its name and understood my words, it ran off to the distance, heading towards the forest some miles away from the defensive structures that were being made.

"Everyone gets back to work" and as I walked a small pair of hands were tugging the sides of my tunic. When I turned around to look, it was the little girl whom I had spoken some time back. That little girl had related to me that her mother had ever gone hungry just to have a bit of morsel for both her brother and her.

"Will my little brother be alright? Will my little baby sister really comes back after someone said she had died and was buried there? Have you seen my little sister? Is she as pretty as me?" her tiny fingers pointed to the burial ground where her 'little sister' was buried some days ago.

My vision suddenly went cloudy once more as I reached my hand out as she places her tiny palm into my hand as we walked back to the Kayla's. Inside, the boy was laid down in the middle of the house, surrounded by both his parents. Seeing the steady rise and fall of the boy's c.h.e.s.t, it seems that he was alright and only suffered a concussion due to his head injury.

Someone had picked the carelessly thrown bamboo chick and place it near my study table. That bamboo chick was one of many that had been produced by Chadwell and she made 4 before midday and 4 after lunch before she handed it to the weavers to secure the sides of the bamboo chicks in hide glue.

I took a bench and set it in front of Kayla's doorway where I sat there with the little girl beside me. "Big brother, just now someone said my little baby sister died, a stork never came to pick her. Is that true?"

I don't know why at times like this, I have to make the most difficult decisions. I thought of the words in my head as I arranged them in words that soon flowed out of my mouth. "Little girl, your little sister had gone to a place where God had made a garden filled with little boys and girls. That place is where those little boys and girls would become a guardian angel for other children before they reach the age of 10 or twelve."

"These little guardian angels would be as pretty as you and as handsome as your little brother. These little guardian angels won't be able to talk to you but would be there to protect you. You see your brother here? If he is a foot taller, he would be gravely injured when he got impaled by those defensive structures, don't you think?"

"You loved your little brother because he is special, am I right? Same like the little guardian angel. Only God would be able to see these little guardians of His but we cant. Maybe the guardian angels that prevented your little brother from getting more injured was your little sister, don't you think so? "

"Waah... Big Brother, you seemed to know this very well. Of course, I love my little brother. He is the only playmate I have in the house when we have no one else to talk to and play with before. But right now we both have many friends and my brother who is special is treated like the same."

"Besides, I love this place because you treated everyone the same and we all have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a roof over our heads, and protected from the wind and rain."

"Hmm, this 7 year-old-girl do seem to be m.a.t.u.r.ed beyond her age. Maybe the difficult situations she had faced with the family had given her a valuable lesson in life." I thought to myself as I patted her head and she just closed her eyes and smiled back cutely.

"Do you flowers?" I wished to conclude the overwhelming feeling of sadness between the Chadwell and me and I asked the little girl this question. "Oh Yes...! I loved them...!"

"Since you loved them, your little sister would also love them. Why not you pick some flowers and put them on your little sisters grave? Even if we are not able to see her, at least your little sister that is with God will receive them and she would know it would come from you." I fought back the feeling of burs int into tears when I felt a pair of gentle hands in my shoulders from behind. I was Heather's.

Kayla went up to her house and checked on the vital signs of the boy and found that he had suffered a major concussion but a few days in her care and once the boy regained his consciousness, he would be able to be up and about by then.

"Nothing to worry, just a nasty knock on his head. He was lucky not to get knocked at the back of his cranium or we would have another dead citizen." Kayla words were harsh but she just merely pointed the fact.

"Tell me what happened..." Kayla asked as we listened to the little girl's tale and she even included that a guardian angel, whom she mentioned was her little infant sister helped to prevent a more serious disaster.

I listened and could not help but bring up a smile in my face as Heather who was sitting behind me, wrapped her both arms around my waist and hugged me from behind. I could feel her soft mounds tightly pressing into my back as she hugged me tight and listened to the tale the little girl was telling.

"What's done cannot be undone. These 2 children had already known what happened to their little baby girl so there's no point to hide the truth from these children. As for this boy, I don't know what is going on in his head but one thing for sure is that he loved his little baby sister so much that he is willing to join her as well."

I nodded while Kayla got Crystal to pound some herbs and Gwen to boil some water to dress the wound. "It would be best not to move the boy around for this moment. He would be staying here with me and Jack. You may drop by time to time to check back on this boy's progress and to feed him during meals."

"Young Master, would these be alright for the parents to resume their duties or to have them take the rest of the day off?" Kayla questioning me since it would be best for me to make best if the situation.

"This is not a life-threatening matter, so these parents would resume their duties. No matter how work has to be done and Kayla would be here to tend to the child. You had done well in procuring those bamboo poles, Kayla. The load is almost double with the heigh of the wagon."

"You ladies had done a great wonderful job." I commended to Kayla and her team that within 2 feet of shadow length, they were able to gather and load a wagon full of bamboo poles that could make at least 3 rows of houses.

The Chadwells went back to their respective work while the earlier bamboo chick that was carelessly thrown to the ground by her was picked up and delivered to the weavers to glue the sides together and then closed the ends properly so that it won't get unfurled if handled carelessly.

Such jobs need not be rushed in completion, to ensure that every single one meets a certain level of quality before it was stored for its distribution. We won't want our reputation on GraceHaven to provide poor quality products, would we?

With such quality control in their work, they not only able to accomplish completing them in an effective manner but offer much quality work and a sense of satisfaction after each product was finished.

I walked into Kayla's house and Kayla explained to me that the situation was much more serious than it seemed to be. But since the boy was born deaf and mute, the injury would not make the situation any worse. It could just be considered as a bump on his head and explains the boy would regain his consciousness in 2 to 3 days time.