<strong>~Andrew, leaving with the younger inspector~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Andrew nodded as he listened to the Doctor, acutely aware of Jonny’s presence next to him as he pulled the other man to his feet.<br/><br/>A sleeping drought, he could remember that. He was internally cursing himself at forgetting to think of informing the other inspector or the bobbies but that would be quickly rectified.<br/><br/>“T-Thank you, I w-will remember.”<br/><br/>Nodding and smiling meekly to the other Ladies and Gentleman, he part carried, part guided and part dragged the inspector out of the room, towards what he sincerely hoped were the main doors of the house. He was glad that it was not long after he had left their sight when he bumped into one of the bobbys patrolling the house.<br/><br/>“Ah! Y-you there! I know this man and he has had a b-bad turn. I am taking him away to his doctor. Help me to get him to my cab.”<br/><br/>The bobby’s eyes widened in alarm as he rushed to help with a stuttered ‘Yes sah!’. Andrew was immensely grateful though he didn’t show it. Possessive concern and bluster aside, he doubted he would have been able to carry Jonny all the way back to his cab without making a fool of himself and having to drag the other man by his wrists - which was of course unthinkable! Not to mention, that uncomfortable possibility of getting lost while trying to care for a sick friend.<br/><br/>When they came across the next Bobby, Andrew asked him to inform the senior inspector that inspector Bakersfield (Andrew with quietly pleased with himself at remembering the formality) had taken a bad turn but seemed like he would be fine and was being taken to see a Doctor to be safe. The man rushed off quickly as expected and Andrew in tern quickened his pace slightly. It may have been a good idea, may have been proper for Jonny’s associate to see him before he went but Andrew was fast growing so sick of the house, the whole accursed night, that he just wanted to leave with Jonny. Now.<br/><br/>So it was that when the main entrance came into view that his sigh of relief was audible. There was some fuss from the staff and constables at the door when they were noticed, of course, to see the inspector in such a way but Andrew, losing patience, only ordered them move and bring his coach forward with greater haste; could they not see the poor man was ill?<br/><br/>Finally, his coach was pulled up to the main door. The driver, Morgan Jones whom Andrew had known since he was ten and employed since he was seventeen, looked on with concern as the young inspector was manhandled into the carriage by Andrew and two of the bobbies.<br/><br/>Once settled, Andrew made to sit opposite the inspector, only to dive forward in order to catch him when he almost toppled head first onto the floor. Waving away a concerned bobby, Andrew, thinking it appropriate enough, moved to sit next to the other man, keeping a hand on his shoulder to stop him falling again. Nodding to the people gathered outside, he ordered the door shut and for the driver to pull away. The lurch as the coach began to move, felt like the jolt needed to move the weight that had settled on him ever since that bobby had walked in on him in that blasted store room. Sighing, he sagged in his seat as the clamour of that accursed house pulled further and further away.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Jonny his fingers flaxed against his shoulder. Blinking in the poor light from outside, shaking, the night catching up with him, he moved away just long enough to close the curtains, blotting out any meagre light from outside and any prying eyes. Almost pitch black, he didn’t need to see as he slid back next to Jonny and pulled the other man close, wrapping his arms around him. Brushing a light kiss to the other man's sweat damp brow, hair tickling his face he whispered into the dark, “Jonny, love, what is wrong?”