"Lei bisogno del chirurgo! Lei bisogno del chirurgo!" Paulo yelled out as he carried the limp body of the lady knight.
All heard these cries. No one knew what they where of, but William recognized the voice. He hurried to see what it was. All the color drained from his face when he saw Aurora with her white shirt stained deep red.
"William. She needs a surgeon," Paulo said with his eyes dire. William went and scooped Aurora out of the gypsy's arms, barely able to contain his own fear. He then just ran. Ran with all that he could as he clung the girl tightly to his chest.
William soon found his fist pounding upon the surgeon's door.
" Hello? Please? Is anyone there? We need your help!" William implored as he continued to pound on the door.
"Alright. Alright," a man said as he opened the door and met William's distressed face, "What has happened to her?"
"I… I don't know. Her friend brought her into the square," William said. The face was he knew no details. But, luckily, Paulo came running, breathless, behind him. He was followed by Kate and the boys.
"What happened to her Paulo?" William pleaded to the gypsy as he placed the now frail lady into the arms of the surgeon.
"At lest thirty me came to our camp. They beat women and burn belongings. Little Aurora tell their leader she kill him. Men surround her, leader stabbed her with short sword. They leave after, then I bring her here," Paulo said, struggling a bit with his English.
William watched as the surgeon placed her on the table. He was so afraid for her.
"You all will have to wait outside," the man said as he closed the door in William's face.
Roland took hold of Will's arm and pulled him away from the door. They were all filled with grief and worry.