"We have to get her back to the camp and get this taken care of!" Marok
cried.
The woman nodded as he carefully picked up Catlanda. She picked up the Spire and they took her into the camp. They hurried into Iscantil's tent where he laid her down on the bed.
"I have to carefully get the dagger out of her. Marok, hold onto her shoulders and be prepared," Iscantil told him.
He did as he was told as she put her hand on the handle of the dagger. She slowly started to pull it out of her, hearing gasps come from the young woman it was embedded in. Iscantil closed her eyes once she pulled it out completely and the blood started to flow a bit from the wound. Cloth was immediately placed over it to stop it. Iscantil glanced up at Marok.
"Marok, I'd prefer it if you left for the moment. Even better, get someone in here to help me," she told him.
He nodded his head before leaving the tent, leaving the woman take care of her granddaughter. Catlanda was now laying unconscious on the bed, her arm hanging over the side. Soon, two others came inside and saw them.
"What happened?" asked one.
"It looks like she was attacked and we didn't hear or see any of it," replied Iscantil, not even glancing up from what she was doing.
The two hurried to the injured Medjai's side and began to tend to the wounds. First they took off all necessary robes before they came to the ugly wound.
"I'm just not sure Iscantil that'll she'll live through this," one told her.
"We cannot give up on her yet. We cannot give up until it's over," the woman replied
***
Ayanna put a damp cloth on Ardeth's forehead as he laid on the bed. He was now oblivious to everything around him and he was mumbling in his sleep as she looked over him.
"Dear Ardeth. What had happened to you? I've never seen you like this. What will the tribe think if they find out about this?" she asked herself as she turned away from him.
"Cat, no. Don't leave me," Ardeth suddenly said as he reached out for her.
Ayanna grabbed his arms and struggled to keep his hands away from her.
"Ardeth, stop this! You're not acting yourself!" she told him. "Listen to me."
He calmed down and became limp on the bed. It was then he opened his eyes. His stare came to his mother as he was heavily breathing.
"Wh...where am I?" he quietly gasped.
"You're in your tent. I found you here. What happened my son, that you collapsed to the ground?" she replied. "And where is Cat?"
She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Worry was written all over her face. He looked at her as he lifted up an arm.
"Cat..." he started, putting his hand on her arm.
Before she could give any answer, Marok ran into the tent. He saw Ardeth and his eyes widened. Ayanna turned in surprise.
"What is it?" asked Ayanna.
"We found Cat. She was just outside the camp. We need your help," the young Medjai replied, turning his attention to her.
"Why? What happened to her?" came the demand.
"I'll explain along the way," came the reply.
Ayanna looked at her son before she reluctantly went with him. Ardeth slowly put down his arm and closed his eyes, unaware of what was happening around him.
***
The two hurried towards the tent.
"Now can you explain to me what happened to her?" demanded Ayanna.
"She was found with a dagger in her chest. We believe someone was close enough to attack her," he replied.
The woman stopped and closed her eyes.
"Cat is not that careless or irresponsible. She can sense an enemy from far away. She would have noticed an enemy lurking nearby," she told him as he stopped as well.
"Maybe the recent incident had done something and her thoughts were elsewhere so she never noticed him," Marok suggested.
"I'm not so sure about that," she said as they continued on towards the tent.
She walked inside to see the pile of blood im the sand and the women taking care of the limp form on the bed.
"I didn't realize it was this bad!" she cried as she hurried down to help them.
"We've managed to slow the bleeding. It was in pretty deep but we don't believe it has hit anything important," Iscantil filled her in. "We're not sure how it exactly happened."
"Alright. Have we got bandages prepared? Herbs?" wondered Ayanna.
"Yes, we do. They're right here," she replied before taking her into a corner. "Did Ardeth give any indication to why this might've happened?"
"No, he didn't. He had become conscious for a moment when Marok arrived. I believe he knows though I'm not sure whether he would speak to either of us about it," Ayanna replied.
"I hope he does," Iscantil agreed as they went back to help the others.
***
Marok cautiously walked into Ardeth's tent. He saw the Medjai leader in his bed, his eyes closed. He walked up to him and sat next to the bed. Marok watched his breathing as he sat there.
"We're all wondering what has happened Ardeth. Why don't you tell us?" he asked himself.
He heard a moan come from Ardeth, who put a hand up to his face. Marok hurried to his side as he tried to sit up.
"Ardeth! How're you feeling?" Marok said as he held onto Ardeth's arm.
Ardeth stared at him before looking away.
"I'm not sure anymore," Ardeth quietly replied. "Why are you here?"
Marok was a bit hurt once those words were spoken. Even in this weakened state, he heard anger in his voice.
"Because I care Ardeth! For you and your daughter's safety!" he managed to sputter out.
Ardeth's eyes filled with anger as they came in contact with Marok's.
"What is wrong with my daughter?" he demanded.
Marok gulped, realizing that he probably shouldn't have said anything to make him even the remotest bit suspicious.
***
The four women finished with their work, Catlanda was sleeping soundly on the bed, barely alive. Isis walked in and laid down on the ground next to her master. Bandages now covered her chest area as Iscantil pulled a blanket over her.
"Now all we have to do is wait," she sighed.
The other women nodded as they began to clean everything up. Soon, the other two women left, leaving the two with their granddaughter.
"How could something like this happen?" wondered Ayanna.
The other woman nodded in agreement when they heard a noise at the front of the tent. They looked to see Ardeth leaning against Marok. The Medjai leader walked away from him, stumbling over to his daughter.
"Cat," he managed to choke out as he fell to his knees next to her.
The two women walked over to Marok.
"I thought we agreed that you would not to tell him," Iscantil reprimanded through gritted teeth.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. I was in the tent with him when he awoke and I told him that I cared for his and her safety. He became suspicious with the statement and I knew then that anything I told him he wouldn't believe unless I told him the truth. Even that he didn't take well," Marok explained.
The two nodded before they motioned that they should leave and all three walked out of the tent. Ardeth held Catlanda's hand as she laid on the bed.
"Cat," he barely whispered as he lowered his head. "What have you done to yourself?"
He put his forehead on her hand. He soon placed her hand by her side before heading over to the table. He gazed over what was on it. He picked up a vial of clear liquid. He opened it up and lifted it up to his mouth...
TBC...
The woman nodded as he carefully picked up Catlanda. She picked up the Spire and they took her into the camp. They hurried into Iscantil's tent where he laid her down on the bed.
"I have to carefully get the dagger out of her. Marok, hold onto her shoulders and be prepared," Iscantil told him.
He did as he was told as she put her hand on the handle of the dagger. She slowly started to pull it out of her, hearing gasps come from the young woman it was embedded in. Iscantil closed her eyes once she pulled it out completely and the blood started to flow a bit from the wound. Cloth was immediately placed over it to stop it. Iscantil glanced up at Marok.
"Marok, I'd prefer it if you left for the moment. Even better, get someone in here to help me," she told him.
He nodded his head before leaving the tent, leaving the woman take care of her granddaughter. Catlanda was now laying unconscious on the bed, her arm hanging over the side. Soon, two others came inside and saw them.
"What happened?" asked one.
"It looks like she was attacked and we didn't hear or see any of it," replied Iscantil, not even glancing up from what she was doing.
The two hurried to the injured Medjai's side and began to tend to the wounds. First they took off all necessary robes before they came to the ugly wound.
"I'm just not sure Iscantil that'll she'll live through this," one told her.
"We cannot give up on her yet. We cannot give up until it's over," the woman replied
***
Ayanna put a damp cloth on Ardeth's forehead as he laid on the bed. He was now oblivious to everything around him and he was mumbling in his sleep as she looked over him.
"Dear Ardeth. What had happened to you? I've never seen you like this. What will the tribe think if they find out about this?" she asked herself as she turned away from him.
"Cat, no. Don't leave me," Ardeth suddenly said as he reached out for her.
Ayanna grabbed his arms and struggled to keep his hands away from her.
"Ardeth, stop this! You're not acting yourself!" she told him. "Listen to me."
He calmed down and became limp on the bed. It was then he opened his eyes. His stare came to his mother as he was heavily breathing.
"Wh...where am I?" he quietly gasped.
"You're in your tent. I found you here. What happened my son, that you collapsed to the ground?" she replied. "And where is Cat?"
She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. Worry was written all over her face. He looked at her as he lifted up an arm.
"Cat..." he started, putting his hand on her arm.
Before she could give any answer, Marok ran into the tent. He saw Ardeth and his eyes widened. Ayanna turned in surprise.
"What is it?" asked Ayanna.
"We found Cat. She was just outside the camp. We need your help," the young Medjai replied, turning his attention to her.
"Why? What happened to her?" came the demand.
"I'll explain along the way," came the reply.
Ayanna looked at her son before she reluctantly went with him. Ardeth slowly put down his arm and closed his eyes, unaware of what was happening around him.
***
The two hurried towards the tent.
"Now can you explain to me what happened to her?" demanded Ayanna.
"She was found with a dagger in her chest. We believe someone was close enough to attack her," he replied.
The woman stopped and closed her eyes.
"Cat is not that careless or irresponsible. She can sense an enemy from far away. She would have noticed an enemy lurking nearby," she told him as he stopped as well.
"Maybe the recent incident had done something and her thoughts were elsewhere so she never noticed him," Marok suggested.
"I'm not so sure about that," she said as they continued on towards the tent.
She walked inside to see the pile of blood im the sand and the women taking care of the limp form on the bed.
"I didn't realize it was this bad!" she cried as she hurried down to help them.
"We've managed to slow the bleeding. It was in pretty deep but we don't believe it has hit anything important," Iscantil filled her in. "We're not sure how it exactly happened."
"Alright. Have we got bandages prepared? Herbs?" wondered Ayanna.
"Yes, we do. They're right here," she replied before taking her into a corner. "Did Ardeth give any indication to why this might've happened?"
"No, he didn't. He had become conscious for a moment when Marok arrived. I believe he knows though I'm not sure whether he would speak to either of us about it," Ayanna replied.
"I hope he does," Iscantil agreed as they went back to help the others.
***
Marok cautiously walked into Ardeth's tent. He saw the Medjai leader in his bed, his eyes closed. He walked up to him and sat next to the bed. Marok watched his breathing as he sat there.
"We're all wondering what has happened Ardeth. Why don't you tell us?" he asked himself.
He heard a moan come from Ardeth, who put a hand up to his face. Marok hurried to his side as he tried to sit up.
"Ardeth! How're you feeling?" Marok said as he held onto Ardeth's arm.
Ardeth stared at him before looking away.
"I'm not sure anymore," Ardeth quietly replied. "Why are you here?"
Marok was a bit hurt once those words were spoken. Even in this weakened state, he heard anger in his voice.
"Because I care Ardeth! For you and your daughter's safety!" he managed to sputter out.
Ardeth's eyes filled with anger as they came in contact with Marok's.
"What is wrong with my daughter?" he demanded.
Marok gulped, realizing that he probably shouldn't have said anything to make him even the remotest bit suspicious.
***
The four women finished with their work, Catlanda was sleeping soundly on the bed, barely alive. Isis walked in and laid down on the ground next to her master. Bandages now covered her chest area as Iscantil pulled a blanket over her.
"Now all we have to do is wait," she sighed.
The other women nodded as they began to clean everything up. Soon, the other two women left, leaving the two with their granddaughter.
"How could something like this happen?" wondered Ayanna.
The other woman nodded in agreement when they heard a noise at the front of the tent. They looked to see Ardeth leaning against Marok. The Medjai leader walked away from him, stumbling over to his daughter.
"Cat," he managed to choke out as he fell to his knees next to her.
The two women walked over to Marok.
"I thought we agreed that you would not to tell him," Iscantil reprimanded through gritted teeth.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. I was in the tent with him when he awoke and I told him that I cared for his and her safety. He became suspicious with the statement and I knew then that anything I told him he wouldn't believe unless I told him the truth. Even that he didn't take well," Marok explained.
The two nodded before they motioned that they should leave and all three walked out of the tent. Ardeth held Catlanda's hand as she laid on the bed.
"Cat," he barely whispered as he lowered his head. "What have you done to yourself?"
He put his forehead on her hand. He soon placed her hand by her side before heading over to the table. He gazed over what was on it. He picked up a vial of clear liquid. He opened it up and lifted it up to his mouth...
TBC...