All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The doctor’s hands were ice cold, each touch of his fingers feeling like the tip of an icicle was touching Jasper. He jolted and shivered when the doctor’s hands pressed down on the inside of his elbows, pressing at the joint and looking to see the dismal amount of flesh and fat where his forearm should be. He muttered to himself and went back to his notebook, flitting to a new page before scribbling down more details. Jasper vaguely caught the words,” symptoms of fat redistribution,” and, “not enough nutrients”, as well as Lila’s name at some point. It was enough to tell him that the doctor was well versed in medicine that was beyond this particular time, if not from the future himself. He felt a sickening knot develop in his stomach thinking about how there were other time travellers beside Emmet and himself, and how he had failed, if time travel was still possible. Admittedly, his only goal was simply to prevent the Empire from having access to tim

Emmet paused and thought for a moment. Jasper had nanobots in his blood. He had little machines flowing inside of him, altering his body according to things programmed into them by imperfect people, and the people that he hated and abused him. He had nanobots inside of him, put into him and without the control to alter, stop, or change what they did to him, nor remove them if he so wanted without a long tedious process of having the entirety of his blood removed from his body, filtered, and then put back inside of him. The microchip inside of him had failed massively, cooking his flesh to kill him. What if something similar happened again? What if the nanobots were programmed to kill him again? What if the nanobots malfunctioned because of the time machine and the general mechanisms of time travel? There were so many things that could go wrong. There were so many ways that the nanobots could have hurt him. Did Jasper even agree to this?

“Are you going to stop blubbering so I can do my job?” the doctor asked, cutting harshly through Emmet’s speech. “I have a schedule to follow and I have another appointment to get to in less than half an hour. Rest assured that therapy will be prescribed to both of you and you will both make full recoveries. We have technology that exceeds both of your futures. And besides, Jasper here is barely conscious any more. The next time he wakes up, feed him something and make sure to never exceed the quantities that I have given to Lila. All liquid foods for now as well, so you better eat those sandwiches,” he continued, flipping to a new page in his notepad and scribbling down some more notes. Emmet sniffled, before laying Jasper down to lie comfortably on the sofa again, smoothing his hair and clothes down. He picked up the discarded cotton piece from where it had fallen and put it to the side, rebuttoning up Jasper’s shirt after and fixing his collar. He reached

By the time that the doctor had left the office, Lila had been too tired of standing up and had sunken down to the floor, head on the ground and listening in on the entire doctor’s appointment for the two men that she was housing. She already had looked up a chart on starvation victims and how to get their stomachs back to be able to eat regular solid foods, all verified and checked over by the doctor, but she had no idea of the injuries of the other men, other than the obvious physical ones. She clutched at her pendant, dangling over her neck, and curled her body up into a tiny ball, the cold wood under her causing the occasional shiver through her body. It was always summer when she found herself unable to get warm, frequently bending over radios and wearing thick jumpers, only really sweating when she would accidently fall asleep in the day under her thick blankets. The arc of light from the opening door barely missed the edges of her wavey hair, f

Jasper was happy to let Emmet feed him soup. It was warm. It tasted nice. And he was too tired to do it himself. The air was approaching being almost hot, slightly suffocating almost like a heavy blanket had been laid over him. There were no need for any additional layers over him, and it was easy enough to make Emmet sleep with him. As soon as he closed his eyes, he imagined that Emmet would want to leave him alone, sleep somewhere else and make a place to sleep away from Jasper, but the only thing that he did was reshuffle where he was lying, before settling down with an arm over him. Emmet’s fingers were long, and they settled lightly over his hipbone, before becoming still. Jasper fully expected Emmet to move around in his sleep and curl up closer to Jasper, holding him tight just like the night of the storm. There was no more little scale on Emmet’s neck and he smelled like wild berries that Jasper couldn’t put his name on.