All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Emmet waited and listened as Jasper and Lila continued talking. The conversation shifted away from Lila and her grievances to speculation of what could have happened to Emmet. Lila immediately began to establish a timeline, figuring out that the transfusion had to have happened before Emmet had rescued Jasper and brought him to her. Moreover, it had to have been before Jasper had first come to her, guessing that both Jasper and Emmet had gotten both of their injuries at similar times. “I’m going to assume that Emmet got the transfusion some time in my future, when he was on his own and after he rescued you. Emmet must have gotten the injury some time in that future, needing the transfusion, or, he got the injuries back in his own timeline, after you left him and jumped off the cliff. So he’s gotten the injury. The time that it took for you to be able to get up, without the nanobots, compared to your recovery from an even worse state now, looking at your stick

Jasper let Lila carry him over the threshold into the bathtub, picking him up like he was nothing but a thin sheet of paper, placing him down on a plastic stool, right under where the shower head would spray water. Unbuttoning his shirt, threading his arms through the holes, pulling off his trousers, Lila turned on the tap, placing her hand underneath the water to feel it warm up, before turning on the shower, soaking Jasper and filling up the bathtub. She turned it off after a few moments, and then ducked out of Jasper’s line of sight. She held out a bottle of shampoo and Jasper took it, beginning to lather up into his hair, running his hands through his hair. A small line of rubber ducks followed down the current and tides of water to float in front of Jasper, the yellow little shapes bobbing up and down in a nonsensical pattern. Jasper looked at them and smiled, before his eyes abruptly began burning and he dunked his hands underwater to rid them o

“After we were both locked in that storage cupboard and I first left with the time machine, I went back in time to approximately fifteen years before this current year. I materialised in mid air near a cliff, and I fell a considerable distance before I landed. I acquired many injuries and it took me quite a while to heal. Lila was the one who found me. She was wandering around in the rain, in the middle of nowhere, and she was the one to bring a doctor to me. She and her abusive family took care of me. Her mother didn’t view her as a person but as an extension of herself to control and shape to her own will, and her father was a neglectful alcoholic. Her mother was violent, and her father, to balance the family out, did all that he could to minimise his involvement in her life, to her detriment. She… also begged me to take her with me, where I was going, but I refused, because, at the time, I intended to fix my mistakes and atone for my perceived negative inf

Suddenly, the door slammed open. “Here’s breakfast! Lunch is in the fridge! I’m late! OK bye!” Lila quickly shouted off a group of phrases in quick succession, before abruptly slamming the door shut again. Both Jasper and Emmet stared at where she had been, only seeing a tray carefully balancing and clinging to the surface of the sofa, one side tilting significantly more than the other. On it were two steaming hot bowls, with spoons laid out next to them, as well as a little, folded sheet of paper with the image of a tea set drawn on top of it. Emmet moved first towards the teetering tray, lifting it up before it could fall off and create a mess that he knew that he would be cleaning up, and brought it to where Jasper could peer inside of the bowls. It looked to be a soup of hot milk with tiny strands of almost clear noodles, accompanied by various other fragments of crushed nuts, all of them differing in size and types, ranging from f

Her hand had stayed red the rest of the morning, the skin feeling slightly tender whenever she had to pick something up, no matter what the temperature of the object was. She couldn’t bring herself to regret what she had done, considering that she had done this so many times already, but she did feel annoyed at the inconvenience and the pain afterwards. Her lunch consisted of a singular dark chocolate chip cookie from the basket that hadn’t sold too well in the morning, her appetite not allowing her much more. She resigned herself to sipping water also, her stomach feeling as if it wasn’t going to be able to handle much more than the one biscuit. Her legs were feeling unusually more achy than usual, her hair more itchy on the back of her neck, and the acne spots at her temples more painful and irritating. Nothing felt right with her body, and the constant, thrumming pain of her right arm wasn’t making anything better either. Between customers, Lila le