Chapter 9 Angels Have Wings

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Claude ran to Aramis before he had even touched the ground her long wavy blond hair practically billowing even with the half french braid. She got to him in seconds after he had hit the ground, taking a large cloth rage she quickly applied pressure as she knelt down next to him.

"Aramis!?" she called loudly his eyes were out of focus she did not even know if he had registered her.

"Aramis," she yelled again though louder, "Stay AWAKE."

Claude saw Aramis slowly closing his eye. No, we will have none of that, she thought as she shook him and nearly screamed,"The Queen and your son need you, Aramis please, DON'T GO."

At that Aramis eyes fluttered open and he took a big pain full breath of air. Claude smiled and said over the fighting, "It's about Damn time."

Aramis ground as the pain returned ten fold and he looked but into his Angles, eye's as she said, "It's about Damn time." he blinked in surprise at who he saw it was Sr. Chiara but she was not in the habit. Instead, she wore a leather riding skirt with leather pants and boots underneath with a male shirt and musketeer shoulder guards without the signia.

She pushed a little harder on his wound bringing his mind back to what mattered. "How bad sister," he managed to say.

Sr. Chiara gave him a small smile and said, "It's Claude actually and the wound thank God is actually not to bad it somehow managed to miss your intestence, so, it's just a rather deep cut, so, I will" Claude paused grimacing.

"You will hhave to . . . huhg. . stitch me up rrright." Aramis struggled to say. Claude's face was grim determination as she nodded, just then Claude must have seen something out of the corner of her eye. Because in no time flat she had wiped out a dagger Aramis did not now she was carrying and through it followed by an audible clanking noise even above the din.

The next thing Aramis new was Claude was over him with a leather-skinned pouch. "This," she said, "is going to hurt so, try very hard to keep still or I will end up doing more harm than good." with her other hand she gave him a thick leather strip to bit down on. She poured some of the liquid content of the pouch into his wound and all he could see, hear, or feel was the pain as he willed his body to stay still.

Claude went to work she did not know why but if she used an alcoholic drink on the wound and instruments and string her patients had a higher rate of recovery. It felt like a long and grueling process as she stuck the needle through the skin and holding both sighed tight with the other hand she proceeded to puncher his skin as she sowed him shut. She hoped this would work because if not the only other alternative to try and stop the bleeding was a white-hot poker and in those cases, the rate of survival was substantially less in her passes patients. She thanked God for having Grimund stab Aramis with the blade horizontal because if it had been perpendicular she would be comforting a dying man, but in this scenario, he had a chance small as it may be it was better then nothing as long as he did not get a fever. As she worked she began to notice how the surrounding area was becoming increasingly quieter the fight was coming to a close.