Sorry I haven't written in so long! I HATE MIDTERMS!!!!!!!!!!! And now,
right when they're over, I get two research papers to do in a week! If
anyone has any good sources on the Byzantine Empire or the Plague, please
tell me! Anyways, I finally wrote again! Thanx so much for the reviews! I
really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine! Get the gist? Good.
Without further ado..
George and Duke Baird entered the room to find that a bed had been set up. Jon was waiting with another healer for Alanna. The former two placed Alanna gently on the bed. The new healer rushed to the bedside to inspect his patient, but Duke Baird stopped him.
"She's been hit in the shoulder with a poisoned arrow. It just missed her heart. There's a lot of bleeding, and we can't seem to stop it. I need some thick thread and a needle," the chief healer said.
"I'll get it," volunteered Jonathan. "You're needed here."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," replied the healer.
Jon swiftly left the room in search of his supplies. Duke Baird removed the bandage he had hastily wrapped to inspect the wound further. The cloth was soaked through with blood already. The bleeding hadn't slowed at all.
"Get me some of the blood clotting potion," ordered the chief healer. "We need to stop the bleeding right away!"
"Is there anything I can do," asked George desperately. He felt so helpless watching his wife. He wanted to do anything he could to assist the healers in some way.
"Get me more bandages from the cupboard," Duke Baird said. "I'll need a lot of them." Then he fell silent, concentrating on using his Gift to try and heal the King's Champion.
George quickly obeyed. His mind was reeling with the gravity of the matter at hand. He would have to be one of the people who determined whether his wife and child survived. It was all too much to consider at once. He felt too stunned and scared to weep. He almost started laughing at the irony of the situation. His wife had gone out riding because she knew that she was going to have a baby. Now she might not have that baby because of the ride. He quickly took his mind off this and got to retrieving bandages.
A moment later, Jon ran back into the room, bearing the needle and thread he had been sent to fetch. Duke Baird grabbed them from the King's hands and set to work sewing up the wound. It took several minutes. Then he grabbed the bandages from George and wrapped them around the area.
"I know she isn't bleeding anymore with the stitches in," he explained as he worked, "but I don't want the wound to reopen, so I'm using the bandages as cushion."
When he finished, he sat back for a moment before picking up the arrow.
"Now that the bleeding's controlled, we need to find out an antidote for this poison. She is already burning with fever. It's good that she isn't losing anymore blood, but we need to get the poison out of her system or she will most certainly die."
"What do we need to do?" asked George anxiously, his face pale.
"We need to look at Roger's books. I am certain that this is of his doing, somehow," the Duke answered grimly.
Delia sat at her desk laughing.
They're probably thinking Roger has come back again! she thought. I wish it were so! But they don't realize that Roger left me some of his spells for just this occasion! They won't figure out what it is until it's too late!
TBC......
Disclaimer: None of it's mine! Get the gist? Good.
Without further ado..
George and Duke Baird entered the room to find that a bed had been set up. Jon was waiting with another healer for Alanna. The former two placed Alanna gently on the bed. The new healer rushed to the bedside to inspect his patient, but Duke Baird stopped him.
"She's been hit in the shoulder with a poisoned arrow. It just missed her heart. There's a lot of bleeding, and we can't seem to stop it. I need some thick thread and a needle," the chief healer said.
"I'll get it," volunteered Jonathan. "You're needed here."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," replied the healer.
Jon swiftly left the room in search of his supplies. Duke Baird removed the bandage he had hastily wrapped to inspect the wound further. The cloth was soaked through with blood already. The bleeding hadn't slowed at all.
"Get me some of the blood clotting potion," ordered the chief healer. "We need to stop the bleeding right away!"
"Is there anything I can do," asked George desperately. He felt so helpless watching his wife. He wanted to do anything he could to assist the healers in some way.
"Get me more bandages from the cupboard," Duke Baird said. "I'll need a lot of them." Then he fell silent, concentrating on using his Gift to try and heal the King's Champion.
George quickly obeyed. His mind was reeling with the gravity of the matter at hand. He would have to be one of the people who determined whether his wife and child survived. It was all too much to consider at once. He felt too stunned and scared to weep. He almost started laughing at the irony of the situation. His wife had gone out riding because she knew that she was going to have a baby. Now she might not have that baby because of the ride. He quickly took his mind off this and got to retrieving bandages.
A moment later, Jon ran back into the room, bearing the needle and thread he had been sent to fetch. Duke Baird grabbed them from the King's hands and set to work sewing up the wound. It took several minutes. Then he grabbed the bandages from George and wrapped them around the area.
"I know she isn't bleeding anymore with the stitches in," he explained as he worked, "but I don't want the wound to reopen, so I'm using the bandages as cushion."
When he finished, he sat back for a moment before picking up the arrow.
"Now that the bleeding's controlled, we need to find out an antidote for this poison. She is already burning with fever. It's good that she isn't losing anymore blood, but we need to get the poison out of her system or she will most certainly die."
"What do we need to do?" asked George anxiously, his face pale.
"We need to look at Roger's books. I am certain that this is of his doing, somehow," the Duke answered grimly.
Delia sat at her desk laughing.
They're probably thinking Roger has come back again! she thought. I wish it were so! But they don't realize that Roger left me some of his spells for just this occasion! They won't figure out what it is until it's too late!
TBC......
