Edmund didn't even try to move as he heard a horse and cart approaching.  When the shadow came over him, his eyes closed, preparing for yet another impact, but it never came.  Still, he heard the cart hit something, and a scream.  It sounded like a woman.

The boy's eyes shot open and he struggled to his knees, looking around for the injured woman, but only saw the constable that had been about to arrest him on the ground.  He looked hurt.

"Oh," fuck, he didn't say, coming closer to the constable on his knees.  Once again, he had the chance to run and he wasn't taking it, but it wasn't even fair now.  Who was expecting a damn cart to come out of nowhere?

"Are you alright, sir?  What... are you badly hurt?  Should someone call for a doctor?"