*ARTHUR'S POV*
"Is she still not awake?" I asked Anne who was sitting at the edge of the sofa where Nathalie was resting.
"Yeah. I just changed the plaster for her wound." She replied while she massaged her daughter's legs. Her eyes looked weary and tired.
"You have to rest Anne. Nathalie wouldn't want to see you this way."
"That's the problem Arthur! SHE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SEE ME!.. I'm sorry... just.. just let me be."
Anne no longer spared me a second look. We all are devastated on the situation. I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE CALLED HER UNCLE.
"Don't blame yourself too much Arthur." Derick joined us in the living room.
"Derick."
"Louie is now asleep so I left the room. He kept muttering about this being his mistake as well."
"Why would he??" I questioned.
"I would like to ask that same question to you Arthur. Why would you blame yourself?"
"Because if I just..."
I AM A USELESS GUARDIAN.
