“Edwin!”
James immediately made his way over to Edwin’s side, cradling his head in his hands carefully, “Oh, no no no no no… Edwin, Edwin please wake up—” he begged as he leaned down to feel for any breathing or anything.
“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean any of it…” he said frantically.
Finally, Edwin felt the faintest of breaths and James relaxed, even just for a second. There was an out staring him directly in the face.
He could fulfill his job, return to Stanley and the bureau, successful, and put Camberwell behind him. But as he looked down at Edwin’s unconscious form, he found himself unable to do such a thing.
Carefully, James stood up with Edwin in his arms and brought him back to the bedroom where he grabbed a small blanket to wrap around his head before placing his trenchcoat over Edwin and picking him back up.
“I’m bringing you home…” he reassured Edwin, even though he knew he couldn’t hear him.