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It Wasn't Your Fault

Chapter 1

Charles pov (continued from 1st book)

"What are you doing here Jeb? Max told me about you. What you did." I said. "It was for her own good. She will never understand. Gazzy wasn't in the explosion. He was taken right before the bomb went off. That's why you didn't find the body. Now here he is, I'm going." he put the boy down and walked away. I could tell that Gazzy was week, fragile. Before Jeb had totally disappeared I asked "Why return him." I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it out loud. He responded with "I'm dying. This is my final act to show Max that I'm sorry for what happened. Then he totally disappeared into the woods never to be seen again. I wheel over to Gazzy and tried to pick him up, sadly he was a bit to heavy and I almost fell out of my wheelchair. So by the third time I called Max from inside and told her to come to were I was. She flipped out for a minute about everyone around her being frozen but she got over it. When she came outside she saw me sitting next to a unconscious Gazzy, with my hands above his head. I was trying to see what had happened after the explosion, but it was as if his mind was blank. I will try again later. Max ran all the way over to us and then she looked at Gazzy, then at me, then back at Gazzy and she then dropped to the ground and hugged him and whispered something I couldn't hear. Then she picked him up and then looked at me again, this time as if she was saying thank you, I don't know what you did. Probably a lot of whaaaaaatttt was going on to in that mind of hers. I wheeled in and we took Gazzy to the "clinic" as we call it and when we got there Nudge, Iggy and Angel were all sitting there crying and looking at Gazzy. Angel just stood there looking at me like how?. I will tell her later. They don't need to know how right now. I wheeled out and gave them some time alone. After all they are looking at a unconscious boy who should be blown up right now and yet here he is fragile, but alive.

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