ＳＴＯＲＹＴＩＭＥ // Yukionnamonet & Kingofstolenhearts

kingofstolenhearts:

< Daaa-aah-ad! >
Law was down those stairs directly after her, tempted to jump over the banister just to get down quicker but the book shop had apparently already seen its fair share of damage from what little family he had, so stairs. However he really didnt need to wait for her instruction to lift that shelf off of his son, especially hearing the cries of distress from the boy he’d left alone for not even five minutes.
How could this happen in five minutes!? 
In two seconds he’d seen the small arm, trapped between the two shelves, two ‘higher’ shelves… he’d been climbing. 
Getting his fingers underneath the heavy oak shelving, Law lifted the shelf, forearms straining under the weight of the thing which sure as hell wasn’t cheap plywood, how the hell had his son toppled this over!? 

“—Get him, get him quick!” he could probably get it the right way up in the right circumstance but right now he just needed his son out from underneath that bookshelf, who’s cries only pitched louder as the shelf moved from his most definitely broken arm the movement most likely irritating the shattered bone. 
He was crying though, making lots of noise, so at least for now it was safe to assume only the arm had been damaged. 

She picked up the crying kid from the stack of books. He had a scratch on his forehead, nothing major, but the arm.. Sweet Christ. That angle was nothing but normal, and although Monet wasn’t well versed in medicine she knew it had to be broken. No wonder why he was crying in pain. — ❝ We need to get you to the hospital—.– My car is parked outside❞ 

At that moment she didn’t really care about the ruined books, although she’d feel bad about those afterwards. It was a priority to take Chay to the emergency room as quick as possible, and while she didn’t know where Law had parked his car–or if he had even gotten there with his car, hers was right in front of her bookstore. She would have given the kid to his worried father, but he was firmly gripping her shirt, burying his face in it to muffle the cries, so she did the only thing she could really do. She gestured Law to her desk. — ❝ Get my purse, the keys are in it–.❞ 

Law would have to close and lock the doors though.. and drive them to the hospital if Chay didn’t want to release her shirt.