~ Fourteen - Season IV ~

Grandpa Ben was slumped onto the floor.

Blood trickled down his face. HIs brown shirt was soaked in blood. He looked exhausted. He was left there to die.

“Grandpa Ben?” I knelt beside him as I turned him around.

Grandpa Ben whimpered as I laid his back on the counter. He struggled to open his eyes. But when he saw me, he was able to utter, “Robert?”

“Young man,” the old lady called from the door, clearly worried, “Is everything all right in there?”

I peeped up from the counter and replied, “Yes, madam. It is Grandpa Ben. And he is gravely hurt.” I returned to Grandpa Ben and gasped as I saw his bleeding arm. “Don’t you worry, Grandpa Ben,” I said as I grabbed my knife. I tore a long piece from my shirt, gently wrapped it around his arm and continued, “I am here. I will take care of everything.”

“Robert…” Grandpa Ben then reached his hand out towards me.

I held his hand and slowly put it down. “Rest yourself, Grandpa Ben. You must not move too much.” I shouted towards the old lad