" Then her eyes closed as the pain increased more than she could stand. "I'll call you back cousin, Adina has been shot with an arrow." Ambrose heard...Typree start to yell as he shut the com off. Ambrose looked at his cousin, the bleeding was bad real bad. He had to do something or she'd bleed to death. Motioning to all the others he told them to hold her still. Rapidly pulling the shaft from her it was worse than he thought. Sighing he looked at all those present except for two of his mates. To aese hi joke mara bola ke aap body bahut achcha maintain kiye hai to boli haan phele mere abbu hame achcha khilate badam , fruits etc etc …….Me hmmm bolke me bhi kitchen se bahar hall pe sofe pe baitgaya wo kitchen aur rooms jhadte jhadte wo hall me aayi aur me yahan bait ke apni niyat ko aur kharab kar rahata tabi wo jhad rahi thi to dekha ek phool pada hai wosko bhi jhad rahi thi me bola aare tabassum phool kitna achcha hai aur tum isse jhad rahi hoMe apnii jagah se uttah aur phool ko utah. I don’t want you to jump off a cliff,’ I said sweetly. Will’s head perked up, and his eyes brightened. ‘You might survive that way,’ I spat at him angrily. He rolled his eyes, and looked me in the eye. ‘Nothing could keep me away from you. Not even death itself,’ he said dreamily. ‘Cut the crap Will. Sweet talking me won’t help you any,’ I said straight forward to him. He recoiled in surprise, but regained his composure quickly. He reached out his free hand, and placed it lightly against. Between his cornucopias of neurotic personality defects, he was host to a psychiatric text book of complaints.The world really was out to get Carl.The voices WERE talking only to him.Many thought Mr. Murphy must have known Carl personally, because everything seemed to happen to him.He was one of the un-loveable. He often turned on those who gave the most of themselves to his welfare. Sometimes his rants would lead to fits of uncontrollable tears, wild gyrations and chaotic outbursts.Carl was.