Cecila smiled weakly and clasped his hand in a soft mother's grip. She pecked his thoumb gently and pet his hair. "All better?"
((Sorry! I didn't realize that you'd posted. DX))
Trevor beamed up at her. "Yup! Guess what?" He changed the subject suddenly. "Uncle Don said I could have Chinese food for dinner. One of the other officers is bringing it. I forgot his name. I'm gonna go check if it's here." With that he turned around and ran up the stairs, looking completely unworried about the situation.
As soon as he was out of earshot Charlotte stepped forward. "What happened?" She asked quietly. Her lips were chapped from where she'd bit them and her nails were short for the same reason.
Celia cried. "They still have him... He's hurt... He's dying..."
"But..." Charlie was a tough girl, but her voice was rough, like she might cry, or had been earlier. "Didn't Don go to get him? He said you told him where they were." Her words came out rushed and almost accusatory, like she was about to panic.
Celia whimpered and hugged her tight. "He's on a boat... They're going to Russia with him..."
"Do...do you know what boat?" Charlie asked, a little desperate. "Or when they're leaving? Maybe he isn't gone yet."
Celia sobbed and shook her head, beginning to hyperventilate. "They...they just took him..."
Charlie grabbed Celia's hand frantically. "We have to find him!" She started tugging her towards the stairs.
Cecilia whimpered, not moving. "it's all my fault... It's all my fault..."
((Internet is being lame...))
Charlie paused in her tugging. "What are you talking about?"
(Stupid internet. :/ )
Cecilia whimpered. "I wanted to go to work... He came with..."