Chapter 93. Surroundings

Some of the booths had already closed and gone home, the roads weren't as cluttered anymore. The spice man had stopped his ringing about half an hour ago and Doris already felt herself ready to give up. At least for the night.

And then-

The sound of coughing littered down the sidewalk. William picked up her book and set it in front of them as if they were both interested in what it had to say. She knew his blue eyes tracked the man that finally appeared in front of them-but he didn't spare one glance in their direction. He only had eyes for the man at the spice booth.

He moved slowly with a limp leg. Doris was positive he was using every bit of strength to even move. She knew that feeling, it was like all of his limbs weren't his own and he had to force them to move the slightest bit. He was determined, though. He didn't stop until he got there and slammed his coins down with a nasty cough.

"You lyin' bastard. Give me the cure before I rip your-" he couldn't