The Prodigal Sister
This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Michaela lifter her skirts and ran. She had been startled when Sully had taken off, faster than a lightning bolt. But she had seen whoever it was faint, and by the sound of Sully's voice something was seriously wrong. He was standing in the middle of the field, supporting his friend.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she reached them. She stopped short when she realized Sully's friend was a woman. A woman who looked a lot like Sully. A very young Sully.
"She's hurt" Sully said, lifting the woman's buckskin shirt and pulling away the makeshift patch.
"It looks like a gunshot wound" Michael told him, examining the small circular wound with her hands.
"Bring her back to the house, quickly" she ordered and took off ahead as Sully lifted the woman and started running to the house. Michaela reached it just a second before he did.
"Colleen, get my bag!" she ordered the girl, "Brian, get me some water and cloths. Here, Sully, put her on the table" Her husband obeyed and layed the woman out on the table. She moaned and Michaela noticed her breath wasn't coming easily. Colleen arrived with the bag and Brian set the bowl of water and stack of cloths on a chair next to Michaela. The Doctor went to work, rolling the woman's shirt up until she daren't any more. When she started, though, she woke up.
"Ahhh!" she screamed and sat up.
"Sully, hold her down!" Michaela ordered him. He pushed the woman back down by the shoulder.
"Colleen, hold her feet" he ordered the girl. Michaela was soon glad he had, for the woman tried to kick.
"Sully keep her still!" Michaela cried as she worked to get the bullet out. It was logged fairly deep and little streams of blood ran down the woman's side.
"Bri, stop moving! She's trying to help you" His words seemed to have an affect because the woman stopped squirming.
"Ah, got it" Michaela announced, holding the small ball of metal up, then reaching for her stiches.
"Colleen, wipe the blood up" she ordered when she was done, "Careful, she'll be tender.
"Sully?" the woman moaned. Lord, she even sounded like Sully.
"It's all right" Sully told her, brushing a feathered braid away from her face, "You're fine now" Michaela looked at her husband while wiping off her hands.
"Sully?" she asked, clearly wanting to know what was going on. Sully looked at her, then down at the woman, then back up at her.
"Michaela, meet Brianna" he introduced them, "My sister"
This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Michaela lifter her skirts and ran. She had been startled when Sully had taken off, faster than a lightning bolt. But she had seen whoever it was faint, and by the sound of Sully's voice something was seriously wrong. He was standing in the middle of the field, supporting his friend.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she reached them. She stopped short when she realized Sully's friend was a woman. A woman who looked a lot like Sully. A very young Sully.
"She's hurt" Sully said, lifting the woman's buckskin shirt and pulling away the makeshift patch.
"It looks like a gunshot wound" Michael told him, examining the small circular wound with her hands.
"Bring her back to the house, quickly" she ordered and took off ahead as Sully lifted the woman and started running to the house. Michaela reached it just a second before he did.
"Colleen, get my bag!" she ordered the girl, "Brian, get me some water and cloths. Here, Sully, put her on the table" Her husband obeyed and layed the woman out on the table. She moaned and Michaela noticed her breath wasn't coming easily. Colleen arrived with the bag and Brian set the bowl of water and stack of cloths on a chair next to Michaela. The Doctor went to work, rolling the woman's shirt up until she daren't any more. When she started, though, she woke up.
"Ahhh!" she screamed and sat up.
"Sully, hold her down!" Michaela ordered him. He pushed the woman back down by the shoulder.
"Colleen, hold her feet" he ordered the girl. Michaela was soon glad he had, for the woman tried to kick.
"Sully keep her still!" Michaela cried as she worked to get the bullet out. It was logged fairly deep and little streams of blood ran down the woman's side.
"Bri, stop moving! She's trying to help you" His words seemed to have an affect because the woman stopped squirming.
"Ah, got it" Michaela announced, holding the small ball of metal up, then reaching for her stiches.
"Colleen, wipe the blood up" she ordered when she was done, "Careful, she'll be tender.
"Sully?" the woman moaned. Lord, she even sounded like Sully.
"It's all right" Sully told her, brushing a feathered braid away from her face, "You're fine now" Michaela looked at her husband while wiping off her hands.
"Sully?" she asked, clearly wanting to know what was going on. Sully looked at her, then down at the woman, then back up at her.
"Michaela, meet Brianna" he introduced them, "My sister"