Hearing Zayn whisper a name, Maxine walked closer to him, tugging his arm, "What are ye saying, boy? Who is Maverick?"
Zayn blinked, his lips slightly apart as if trying to say something but something else was forcing his words to go back. Finally, he was free when Maxine interrupted him, "Maverick, the boy ye said ye played with all the time but his father..."
"No. He is someone else," Zayn interrupted, taking a look at anything rather than the older boy whose eyes remained closed as he sat comfortably in his seat. He knew him...he was Maverick and the same reason he was kept in this situation that he was. Right now, when Maverick needed help, Zayn didn't think he would stoop so low to help him. He turned to Maxine, "He is dying, Maxi. We better send him on his way and let him die somewhere else or we might end up beheaded for killing."
