Disclaimer: All characters (except Feli) are the ingenious creations of
Tamora Pierce. Hear that? Tamora Pierce. That's not me. I wish it was, but
its not.
Sorry for making you guys wait so long!!! I just lost interest. But then I was bored and I discovered my precious fanfic notebook and was up until like 1:30 writing it. On a school night. Oops!!!
4. News often travels fast. This was definetely the case with Kel's injury. The next day Dom heard some soldiers talking about it, and when he figured out who they were talking about, his heart sank.(naturally) He immediately rushed to Lord Wyldon to find out more details.
***
When Dom opened the door to Wyldon's office, he found him poring over plans and maps. Dom cleared his voice loudly. "My Lord?" he began questioningly. Wyldon looked up from his papers, startled. "Oh, hello, Master Domitan." Dom winced at hearing his full name and corrected cautiously,"Please, sir, call me Dom." Wyldon looked up at him impatiently. "I was wondering what happened to Kel." Dom blurted. Wyldon hesitated, his face unreadable. "Shot in the shoulder during a Scanran attack. It hit a large artery, so she's lost a fair amount of blood, and is still unconscious.""But she'll live?" Dom asked, almost pleading. Wyldon sighed. "We can only hope."
***
Neal looked Kel over yet again. The heavy bandages on her shoulder were soaked with blood. He just couldn't figure out why the wound hadn't started healing yet. After he pealed the old bandages away,he realized it had stopped most of the bleeding. He used his Gift to examine her once more. There it was! That strange feeling floating around her blood. The knowledge of what it might be struck him so unexpectantly and so unpleasently that he took a step backward from the unconscious Kel. "Poison!" he hissed.
***
"Poison?!?" Dom gasped. Lord Wyldon nodded solemnly. He had guessed correctly and assumed that Dom had wanted an update on Kel's condition. Dom collapsed into the chair across from Wyldon's desk, feeling nauseous. Wyldon said nothing. He himself still had trouble beleiving it. Dom waited for his head to stop pounding , then said quietely, "If you'll excuse me, my lord."
***
Neal couldn't stop hitting himself. He was an absoulute and utter failure. What good was he as a healer or a friend if he couldn't even detect poison in his best friends bloodstream? But luckily, Kel got off easy. The people who poisoned the arrow didn't want healers to be able to detect it, so they used a very weak and slow-acting poison. But just as unluckily, the only way for her to survive was to amputate her arm. But cutting it off at the shoulder would probably prove to be as dangerous as leaving her whole arm on. And--- Neal gasped at the horrific thought--- what if the poison spread to the rest of her body? The future for Kel could not be a good one. The only person who could possibly save her now was far away in the country of Maren. Even if he could get a messenger to the legendary healer-woman, what reason would she have to journey all the way to Tortall to save a knight who she had never met? He heaved a tremendous sigh. "I already failed to notice her poisoned arm," he thought aloud, "I should at least try to send for the famous healer." As he said this, he shuffled over to his desk, where he began to write his letter to Mistress Feli, the greatest healer in the world.
I'm so sorry for yet another short chapter. I wanted to end the chapter in suspense, and stopping there was the only way to do it. I'm already almost done with the the next chapter, so you shouldn't have to wait long. THIS STORY DOES HAVE A PLOT. I just haven't really gotten to explain the plot yet. If you need a fanfic to read, read Tortallan Jerry Springer. I'm just about to type the next episode. OH AND PLEASE HELP ME DECIDE A NAME FOR THIS STORY!!! It doesn't really have a title yet, and I desperately need one.
Sorry for making you guys wait so long!!! I just lost interest. But then I was bored and I discovered my precious fanfic notebook and was up until like 1:30 writing it. On a school night. Oops!!!
4. News often travels fast. This was definetely the case with Kel's injury. The next day Dom heard some soldiers talking about it, and when he figured out who they were talking about, his heart sank.(naturally) He immediately rushed to Lord Wyldon to find out more details.
***
When Dom opened the door to Wyldon's office, he found him poring over plans and maps. Dom cleared his voice loudly. "My Lord?" he began questioningly. Wyldon looked up from his papers, startled. "Oh, hello, Master Domitan." Dom winced at hearing his full name and corrected cautiously,"Please, sir, call me Dom." Wyldon looked up at him impatiently. "I was wondering what happened to Kel." Dom blurted. Wyldon hesitated, his face unreadable. "Shot in the shoulder during a Scanran attack. It hit a large artery, so she's lost a fair amount of blood, and is still unconscious.""But she'll live?" Dom asked, almost pleading. Wyldon sighed. "We can only hope."
***
Neal looked Kel over yet again. The heavy bandages on her shoulder were soaked with blood. He just couldn't figure out why the wound hadn't started healing yet. After he pealed the old bandages away,he realized it had stopped most of the bleeding. He used his Gift to examine her once more. There it was! That strange feeling floating around her blood. The knowledge of what it might be struck him so unexpectantly and so unpleasently that he took a step backward from the unconscious Kel. "Poison!" he hissed.
***
"Poison?!?" Dom gasped. Lord Wyldon nodded solemnly. He had guessed correctly and assumed that Dom had wanted an update on Kel's condition. Dom collapsed into the chair across from Wyldon's desk, feeling nauseous. Wyldon said nothing. He himself still had trouble beleiving it. Dom waited for his head to stop pounding , then said quietely, "If you'll excuse me, my lord."
***
Neal couldn't stop hitting himself. He was an absoulute and utter failure. What good was he as a healer or a friend if he couldn't even detect poison in his best friends bloodstream? But luckily, Kel got off easy. The people who poisoned the arrow didn't want healers to be able to detect it, so they used a very weak and slow-acting poison. But just as unluckily, the only way for her to survive was to amputate her arm. But cutting it off at the shoulder would probably prove to be as dangerous as leaving her whole arm on. And--- Neal gasped at the horrific thought--- what if the poison spread to the rest of her body? The future for Kel could not be a good one. The only person who could possibly save her now was far away in the country of Maren. Even if he could get a messenger to the legendary healer-woman, what reason would she have to journey all the way to Tortall to save a knight who she had never met? He heaved a tremendous sigh. "I already failed to notice her poisoned arm," he thought aloud, "I should at least try to send for the famous healer." As he said this, he shuffled over to his desk, where he began to write his letter to Mistress Feli, the greatest healer in the world.
I'm so sorry for yet another short chapter. I wanted to end the chapter in suspense, and stopping there was the only way to do it. I'm already almost done with the the next chapter, so you shouldn't have to wait long. THIS STORY DOES HAVE A PLOT. I just haven't really gotten to explain the plot yet. If you need a fanfic to read, read Tortallan Jerry Springer. I'm just about to type the next episode. OH AND PLEASE HELP ME DECIDE A NAME FOR THIS STORY!!! It doesn't really have a title yet, and I desperately need one.