Within seconds of the words leaving the woman's mouth, Robert and Doctor Ealing sprang to action whilst all I could was stand and watch.

Doctor Ealing disappeared back into the main office as Robert repacked the supplies he had pulled out of the briefcase, snapping it shut and waiting for his father to return. On his return, Doctor Ealing carried a second briefcase and nodded to Robert. Neither of them grabbed their jackets as they stepped out into the rain, me close behind them so Doctor Ealing could lock the office door. Robert looked at me.

"You'll be fine," he muttered. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and the three of us jogged down the steps and towards the crowd of people who had already formed around the carriage.

Rain continued to fall, soaking right through my dress in seconds. I pushed through the cold my dress sticking to my skin and followed Doctor Ealing and Robert. The group crowding around the carriage appeared to part as we made our way through. Some muttered and shook their heads at the sight and others appeared rather interested in what was happening. We shouldered our way through the crowd until it eventually opened up on the sight of the overturned carriage.

The carriage lay on its side, propped up against a small stone wall. One of the wheels continued to spin and someone fought to control the horses which had been detached from the front harness. No noise came from the inside of the carriage. Doctor Ealing pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and muttered something to Robert who nodded his head. He then turned to one of the men nearby, someone working on a building just a short distance away from the accident. I wondered in Matthew was nearby.

"Do you have a ladder?" Doctor Ealing asked the carpenter.

"We do." The man turned to the others. "Oi! Ted, ladder!"

A man appeared a little while later with a wooden ladder slung over his shoulder. He walked through the crowd with people being forced to duck so they weren't hit with it and placed the ladder between the wheels of the carriage.

Doctor Ealing muttered a word of thanks to the man and gestured to Robert to hold the ladder in place. Once he was secure, he scurried up the rungs and peered in through the window. I watched as he grabbed onto the handle of the carriage door and tried to pull it open, but the door wouldn't budge. He tried it several more times, but it remained shut, as if something was pinning it in place.

"The door is stuck fast," Doctor Ealing said. He turned to face us and pulled a face.

"We could break the window," Robert suggested.

"Neither of us can fit through the gap and we need to make sure he's not being pinned down by anything before we consider getting him out."

"I could fit," I said.

"Are you sure? It's a dangerous predicament on its own, having to climb in there could unbalance the entire carriage and in turn, the wall."

"I'm sure. Someone has to do it, right? Besides, I'm light enough that it shouldn't affect the balance too much."

"Alright, if you're certain this is something you want to do."

"I am."

"We'll get this window broken and send you in. You'll need to check for any injuries or heavy bleeding and report back to me. If he's trapped, we'll have to find a way to get him out."

I nodded and Doctor Ealing climbed down the ladder and muttered something to one of the workmen nearby. The man nodded and disappeared into the crowd, returning moments later with a hammer and a cloth wrapped around his hand. He scaled the ladder and looked to Doctor Ealing who gave him a slight nodded and took a step back from the carriage. The man swung the hammer down onto the window, shattering the glass and sending it into the carriage.

No warning had been given the boy below.

The man climbed down the ladder and unwrapped the cloth from his hand and passing it to me. I knotted it around my hand as Doctor Ealing spoke, but I didn't really register what he was talking about. I hadn't even agreed to be trained full time yet and had still agreed to climb in through the window of an overturned carriage to make sure it was safe to take the boy out. Although I had done a lot of rather stupid things over the years, including jumping into a river to get Zachariah and climbing a tree to get Zachariah down, this topped the lot.

I followed the carpenter's actions and wrapped the cloth around my right hand, to clear away any leftover glass on the edge of the window. Doctor Ealing made a comment that I didn't hear, but I nodded anyway and looked towards the overturned carriage. With the rain getting heavier, I knew we couldn't wait much longer to get the kid out. The wall could give way at any moment.

"Are you ready, Rosie?" Doctor Ealing asked.

"No backing out now."

"You'll be fine. Just be careful."

"You know me, I'm always careful."

"I don't know if that's a joke or not."

"Neither do I."

Doctor Ealing chuckled slightly, and I took a breath. Without waiting for him to say anything else, I walked towards the ladder knowing that all eyes were on me. Robert stepped to the side and offered me a reassuring smile as I started the climb up the ladder, ignoring what everyone may have thought. I didn't even care if they could see up my dress, I just wanted to make sure that the boy was alright and get him out of the carriage before the wall gave way.

I took each rung of the ladder as carefully as I could and reached the top and had nowhere to go but through the narrow gap where the window used to be. The ladder wobbled slightly as I hoisted myself onto the bottom of the carriage door and crawled along until I could swing my legs in through the window, knocking any remaining glass out the way with the cloth on my hand.

Inside the carriage, a young boy, a little older than Zachariah lay on his side against the opposite window. He had been showered in broken glass and moved the slightest bit every few seconds but even from above, I could see he was trapped. His arm looked to have gone through the window and been pinned between the wall and the side of the carriage. I wasn't sure how we would get him out. There was only one clear option coming to mind, but I didn't like the sound of it, and I doubted his mother would either.

"You can do this," Robert muttered from the bottom of the ladder.

He smiled up at me and I nodded slightly, pushing down my fear and swinging my legs round and into the gap where the glass used to be. I took a breath and started to lower myself into the carriage, minding where I put my feet, so I didn't stand on the boy. Once I had lowered myself as far as I could, I dropped and landed on the opposite side of the carriage, stumbling slightly to catch my balance at the strange angle I was having to stand at.

The carriage wasn't lying flat because of the wall and I ended up half-standing on the floor and the side of it. I crouched down beside the boy and used to the cloth around my hand to remove the glass that had showered his body. He moved slightly when I brushed the glass off and made a small moaning sound but said nothing. A small trickle of blood ran down the side of his head from a cut just in his hairline. The upper portion of his left arm, the bit that hadn't been pinned, had started to turn a deep purple and we only had a limited time we could take it out before we would have to do the unthinkable.

"Hello, little man. My name's Rosie, I'm going to help you. What's your name?" I asked.

"Arthur," he whispered.

"I'm going to need you to be really brave for me. Do you think you can do that?"

"I can try."

"Good boy. I need you to tell me where you think you're hurt."

"My arm, my head and my leg."

"Which leg?"

"My left one."

I stood up and took a step backwards, running my hand along the roof to keep my balance. His left leg hadn't been pinned in the same way as his arm, but it sat at a funny angle and I knew just from looking at it that it was broken. It looked as though Arthur had been thrown around the carriage like a ball and eventually ending up with his arm through the window and pinned in by the carriage. It would be a lot harder to get him out than I first thought.

Arthur moved, trying to pull his arm out from the grip of the carriage, but his struggling was in vain. He squeezed his eyes shut and a tear ran down his cheek and dripped onto his neck before he gave up and just laid against the carriage. I couldn't fathom how much pain he was in from the injuries he had sustained from being thrown around the carriage in such a way. It amazed me that he hadn't started screaming.

"Rosie? What have we got?" Doctor Ealing's voice came through the open gap in the window and I knew he was most likely standing on the ladder and peering inside.

"He's got a small cut on his forehead; I think his leg is broken and his arm is pinned between the other window and the side of the carriage. There is no way I can free it."

"Do you have any idea on how to free it? I'd hate to have to amputate it."

"We could use something as leverage and lift the carriage up just enough for me to pull his arm back into the carriage. We'd have to be careful, though or we'll send the carriage through the wall."

"Good idea. I'll gather together some of the carpenters and I'll let you know."

I listened to the sound of his footsteps walking down the ladder and the low hum of conversation that had been muffled every so slightly by the walls of the carriage. Arthur turned his head to look at me and I carefully stepped across the carriage to sit beside him, my back leaning against the side. It wouldn't be easy to arrange enough people and supplies needed to lift the carriage the small amount we needed so I knew it would take a while.

My wrist ached a little from how I had to climb into the carriage, so I flexed it out slightly and rearranged my dress over my legs. Any decency I may have had was long gone but the dress offered a small amount of protection from the smashed glass that surrounded us. Arthur looked at me, tilting his head towards the burn on my arm but he didn't ask any questions about. Almost everyone I had met and mentioned it at least once, but he hadn't which worried me slightly.

His face was pale, and the colour of his left arm appeared to be changing rapidly. If we didn't get him out soon, Doctor Ealing would have no choice but to amputate it. I had seen what could happen to someone if they remained trapped for too long and were then freed again. I didn't want the same thing to happen here so I hoped they could work fast enough to avoid any catastrophic injuries or death.

"Will they have to cut my arm off?" Arthur asked.

"I won't let them do that. We're going to get you out, alright?"

"But what if you can't? I won't be able to do anything!" He grew visible agitated and returned to trying to pull himself free.

"I have a friend with only one arm, and he can do everything he could before."

"Really?" Arthur stopped struggling.

"Yes. The only annoying side is that if you ask him for a hand, he takes his off and passes it to you! You can't get him to do anything.

Arthur giggled.

"It's not funny, he's a nightmare!"

"He sounds fun."

I laughed slightly and slumped back against the side of the carriage, careful to make sure I didn't put that much weight on it. One wrong move could send the wall tumbling down and it would be bad news for both of us. Arthur had stopped trying to pull himself free, but he still looked uncomfortable. I hoped Doctor Ealing was being quick, I didn't think Arthur would last that much longer and I certainly didn't want to stay in there any longer than I had to.

Beneath me, the carriage jolted slightly.

Arthur didn't seem to notice, but I did. Slowly, I moved onto my hands and knees and stood up, climbing onto the seat of the carriage and just being able to peer out of the smashed window. People were moving around just outside, and the crowd of people remained. Doctor Ealing stood beside one of the carpenters, he was drenched and had run his hand through his hair multiple times since it was sticking up in several different directions. I had completely forgotten it was raining, even though small drips of water still came in through the smashed window. I suppose I had other things on my mind.

In amongst the crowd of people and the few workers who were walking around with pieces of wood over their shoulders, I spotted a familiar face. Matthew pushed his way through the crowd and spotted Doctor Ealing standing to one side. He pushed himself through the crowd, muttered something to Doctor Ealing who gestured over to the carriage where he appeared to spot me poking my head through the gap.

Matthew nodded and did a small jog over to the sound of the carriage. I could just see him over the side of the carriage, but I knew that he didn't look happy. My acceptance of the position with Doctor Ealing came at a price; don't get into trouble. This classed as trouble.

"What do you think you're playing at, Rosie?" he asked.

"I'm not playing at anything; I'm standing in an overturned carriage."

"Don't get smart with me."

"What was I supposed to do, Matthew? No one else could fit and I'd rather be able to help then stand there like a lamp post."

"If you get hurt, James will kill you."

"Offer them a hand and I won't need to be in here much longer."

I ducked down into the carriage, kneeling beside Arthur and placing two fingers on his neck just as Doctor Ealing taught me when I worked at his office before. Arthur's pulse was faint, but there. Even with my limited knowledge of medical care, I knew that to be a bad sign but there was little I could do inside the carriage. My hands started to shake, and I took a breath to try and expel the rising anxiety. Despite offering to stay until we could get him out, I felt rather useless.

"Rosie?" Doctor Ealing called. His voice was muffled by the carriage.

"Yes?"

"We're ready to lift when you are. The plan is to lift the end up as little as we can until you can slide his arm back. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be.

"Good."

Outside, Doctor Ealing yelled something, and I steadied myself against the side of the carriage to pull Arthur's arm out the moment a gap was made. I could hear the low hum of conversation through the fabric roof of the carriage and Arthur appeared to be none the wiser as to what was happening. The fact that he was so quiet worried me as I had seen other children, some even younger, in similar situations and had screamed their heads off for ages but Arthur barely said a word.

The sooner we got him out, the better.

"Brace yourself, Rosie, we're going to lift in three seconds."

I took a breath and waited, listening for the countdown from Doctor Ealing. When it came, I braced myself against the seat which was lying at an angle just behind me. They weren't going to be able to lift the carriage that high as there were two of us inside but I hoped it would be enough to wiggle Arthur's arm through so he could be taken from the carriage and treated.

One of the workmen counted down and the moment he hit three, the entire carriage jolted to the side and I almost lost my footing. I grabbed onto the back of the seat and used to it to steady myself. Arthur's eyes shot open; the movement having startled him a little more than anticipated. There was nothing I could do to calm him owing to the fact that the window of opportunity for freeing his arm was closing rapidly.

With Arthur keeping his eyes I on, I grabbed hold of his arm and dragged it through the smashed glass. The moment I moved his arm, he started screaming and I resisted the temptation to close my eyes. He continued to scream even after his arm was free and the carriage lowered back to the wall, although it felt a little more unstable then it had originally.

Arthur's arm was cut up from the broken glass on the window and from his elbow down, it was a deep purple colour, but he could still move his fingers and the colour had started to change. I stumbled back against the seat of the carriage, grabbing onto it and catching my breath. I never wanted to hear another sound like that as long as I lived. There was no sound worse than that of a screaming child.

"Is he free?" Doctor Ealing asked.

"Yes."

"Excellent. We're going to drop down a rope, tie it around his waist and we'll pull him up. You'll have to stay in there for a little while longer I'm afraid."

"Not too long, right?"

"Right. Only a few more minutes."

A rope descended from above me and I took it, working its way underneath Arthur's body and tying it around his waist. I gave a small tug on it to tell them I was ready and slowly the rope grew taut and Arthur was lifted off the side of the carriage and towards the smashed window. Hands reached through the top and grabbed him under the arms, pulling him up and out of the carriage completely. I could hear the sound of his mother outside.

I pushed myself up to a standing position to wait for help with climbing out when the entire carriage shifted backwards.

~~~

A/N - We are back! Chapter Thirty is here and no I haven't started the last chapter yet, I've been busy xD I promise, it is coming!

I'm still looking for title options for a prequel if you guys have any suggestions! Please comment them below!

Also, I've recently finished my Wattys entry 'Maddox Academy' and need some help with the editing process and with the forums down, I need a beta reader. If anyone is willing to Beta read for me, please let me know!

Thoughts on what will happen next?

Dedication - This chapter is dedicated to NatsuMalo who recently mass-voted on all three stories! It means a lot to me!

First Published - August 4th, 2020