Maybe not.
Nothing happens, and his excitement turns to boredom.
No one’s going to miss him. His shift’s over now, and Mother’s is just beginning at her station elsewhere. He could stay here all night and she wouldn’t even know he hadn’t been home. But as minutes turn to hours, even the seconds start to drag. He inches ever closer to dead John Champion. His injury is horrible. William has to swallow bile. The broken bit has ripped a diagonal gash down the poor bugger’s front, leaving everything open and on view. William remembers his biology classes and tries to work out what’s what inside of Champion, but it’s all red and brown and mushy and slimy and he can’t make anything out. It makes him wonder if the stuff they showed him in those biology books in class was right.
It might be an h
