Chapter 15
The next few weeks were pretty much the same, I kept having my lesson's and improving as well, soon, I was able to speak whole words, phrases, and soon, I was able to have slightly disjointed conversations with Abbess Birch, Sister Elm, and any other beast willing to talk to me. My arm is almost healed Sister Elm has told me, she is amazed that it has healed up so quickly within a month's time, I just shrug and tell her that I heal pretty well. I was able to use my arm for the first time as well, I checked my watch first of all, seeing that the most damage was some scratches on the lense, the rest was alright, but when I tried to pick up a pillow, I realized it was going to be awhile before I could use my arm to it's full extent but it was a start. Taking a few aspirin, I decided to try walking again, seeing that there was not much else to do. Getting out of bed, I started to take a few simple steps, then calling over one of the infirmary sisters, he told her that he was gonna try walking around the infirmary for a bit before returning to his bed. The sister nodded and Wyatt stated to walk around, slowly but surely. In another part of the abbey, Oak the gatekeeper was having a chat with Glen and Abbess Birch, it's been awhile since they had the time to talk freely. "Birch, how's Wyatt doing these days? It's been awhile since I've seen him."
Abbess Birch looked from Glen to Oak before responding, "Well Glen, Oak, I've heard from Sister Elm that he's improved remarkably well and that he will soon have full use of his arm again, remarkable healing time for such an odd creature actually, I've also heard that he's been working on walking around the infirmary lately, trying to stay fit if I remember correctly. He's also been doing a lot better in our speech sessions, soon he'll be able to speak like every other beast in the abbey."
Glen shook her head in surprise; amazed that such a strange creature could have such abilities. Glen then voiced a question that seemed to be on both hers and Oak's minds, "Do you think he'll be able to get along with the other beasts of the abbey?"
Birch shook her head in doubt before saying, "I don't honestly know Glen, but I hope that every beast here in the abbey will treat him the same as every other creature here, we can only wait and see what will happen when the time comes."
Glen and Oak spoke at the same time, "Yes, only time will truly tell the outcome."
Wyatt was in the infirmary a day later, awaiting Abbess Birch's arrival for their lesson. Darkslash was getting better by the day now; Sister Elm said it would be another month till he would be able to walk around. I was steadily getting strength back in my right arm, it felt so good to be using my arm, I did as much as I could to bring it back to what I had it as. The door opened and Abbess Birch walked in. "Good morning abbess. I trust you are well today?"
The abbess nodded, she was proud with the progress Wyatt has made over the last few months. "Fine, and you Wyatt?"
Wyatt nodded as well. "I'm very well today, thank you. I have just only finished working on strengthening my arm."
Wyatt made his point clear by picking up a stack of pillows with his right arm. Abbess Birch looked on in mock amazement at this achievement. Motioning for Wyatt to follow her, they left the infirmary; Wyatt received many odd glances from some of the inhabitants that have never seen him. Wyatt would just nod and say hello to them, and they would just go back to their duties. Soon, Birch was where she wanted to be, the study room. Mice who were studying to become a brother or sister often used this room. Inside the study room were fluffy armchairs and a few tables between every two chairs. Birch motioned Wyatt inside and closed the door. Motioning for Wyatt to sit down in a chair, Birch got her materials ready for the session; she had chosen this room because it was quieter than the infirmary at times. Turning her attention back to Wyatt, she started the lesson. "Wyatt, can you recite the alphabet without help this time?"
Wyatt nodded; he had had some trouble with the letter 'Q' and a few others. Composing himself in the best way possible, he started to recite the alphabet. Managing to get past 'Q' without any trouble. Finishing up on the alphabet, Birch took a look at one of her papers and said, "Wyatt, next we're going to do some advanced words in sentences, ready; begin."
Wyatt went through a few starting phrases, and struggled on some of the harder ones. Birch smiled, he was trying his best to learn, something she wished every young beast would show when at their history study. Birch signaled for Wyatt to stop and started another part of the lesson. About two hours later, Birch and Wyatt proceeded back to the infirmary, hand in paw like a badgermum taking a few babes for a paddle in the pond. Wyatt got into bed and laid there as he said his good bye to Birch and thanking her for the lesson. Birch smiled, and closed the infirmary door.
Wyatt was having a pleasant dream. He was dreaming of his home, if he had been there as long as Abbess Birch had said he was there for, then his mother would be really worried. Another thought struck Wyatt as well, what about school? Surely his mother had gotten a note in so his homework would be collected for him to work on later? After a few more thoughts, he decided that he would have to go back home. Still sleeping, he mentally made plans to go home. The next day, Wyatt had called Abbess Birch to the infirmary. Telling her of his plans to go back home, she smiled and nodded. Only one other had heard of this plan, Sister Elm, who was cleaning the floor nearby. Over the last month she had become fascinated with Wyatt and the items he had in his bag. She wanted to learn more about them, she just couldn't get over it. Now Wyatt was going to go back to his world, she would never get another chance to learn more about those items she had become fascinated with ever again. She laid her own plans for when Wyatt went back. Meanwhile, night has fallen over the abbey after an uneventful day. Glen was tossing and turning in her bed, she was having a nightmare, one that has been pestering her for quite some time. All of a sudden, she sat up, ye she was still asleep, she was sleepwalking again. She once again grabbed her javelin, snapping it from the restraints that were out over it to prevent this problem. Slowly she walked towards the infirmary. Abbess Birch was taking a stroll through the abbey and was near the infirmary when she saw Glen coming slowly from the direction of the dormitories, she rushed inside to warn Darkslash and Wyatt of Glen's imminent arrival, then Birch rushed off to get the otters and any others who would help. Getting out of bed, Wyatt closed the door and barricaded it with whatever he could find. Darkslash lay helplessly on the bed, still unable to walk. Wyatt was about to pick up a small stack of books when his arm strength gave. With a cry, he dropped the books, and fell to the floor. Wyatt could only look on in horror at the javelin that crashed through the door, seeking a way to get past the obstacles in the sleepwalkers way.
NOTE: DraconWriter, I need to talk to you but your e-mail doesn't seem to be working. Please write to me!
The next few weeks were pretty much the same, I kept having my lesson's and improving as well, soon, I was able to speak whole words, phrases, and soon, I was able to have slightly disjointed conversations with Abbess Birch, Sister Elm, and any other beast willing to talk to me. My arm is almost healed Sister Elm has told me, she is amazed that it has healed up so quickly within a month's time, I just shrug and tell her that I heal pretty well. I was able to use my arm for the first time as well, I checked my watch first of all, seeing that the most damage was some scratches on the lense, the rest was alright, but when I tried to pick up a pillow, I realized it was going to be awhile before I could use my arm to it's full extent but it was a start. Taking a few aspirin, I decided to try walking again, seeing that there was not much else to do. Getting out of bed, I started to take a few simple steps, then calling over one of the infirmary sisters, he told her that he was gonna try walking around the infirmary for a bit before returning to his bed. The sister nodded and Wyatt stated to walk around, slowly but surely. In another part of the abbey, Oak the gatekeeper was having a chat with Glen and Abbess Birch, it's been awhile since they had the time to talk freely. "Birch, how's Wyatt doing these days? It's been awhile since I've seen him."
Abbess Birch looked from Glen to Oak before responding, "Well Glen, Oak, I've heard from Sister Elm that he's improved remarkably well and that he will soon have full use of his arm again, remarkable healing time for such an odd creature actually, I've also heard that he's been working on walking around the infirmary lately, trying to stay fit if I remember correctly. He's also been doing a lot better in our speech sessions, soon he'll be able to speak like every other beast in the abbey."
Glen shook her head in surprise; amazed that such a strange creature could have such abilities. Glen then voiced a question that seemed to be on both hers and Oak's minds, "Do you think he'll be able to get along with the other beasts of the abbey?"
Birch shook her head in doubt before saying, "I don't honestly know Glen, but I hope that every beast here in the abbey will treat him the same as every other creature here, we can only wait and see what will happen when the time comes."
Glen and Oak spoke at the same time, "Yes, only time will truly tell the outcome."
Wyatt was in the infirmary a day later, awaiting Abbess Birch's arrival for their lesson. Darkslash was getting better by the day now; Sister Elm said it would be another month till he would be able to walk around. I was steadily getting strength back in my right arm, it felt so good to be using my arm, I did as much as I could to bring it back to what I had it as. The door opened and Abbess Birch walked in. "Good morning abbess. I trust you are well today?"
The abbess nodded, she was proud with the progress Wyatt has made over the last few months. "Fine, and you Wyatt?"
Wyatt nodded as well. "I'm very well today, thank you. I have just only finished working on strengthening my arm."
Wyatt made his point clear by picking up a stack of pillows with his right arm. Abbess Birch looked on in mock amazement at this achievement. Motioning for Wyatt to follow her, they left the infirmary; Wyatt received many odd glances from some of the inhabitants that have never seen him. Wyatt would just nod and say hello to them, and they would just go back to their duties. Soon, Birch was where she wanted to be, the study room. Mice who were studying to become a brother or sister often used this room. Inside the study room were fluffy armchairs and a few tables between every two chairs. Birch motioned Wyatt inside and closed the door. Motioning for Wyatt to sit down in a chair, Birch got her materials ready for the session; she had chosen this room because it was quieter than the infirmary at times. Turning her attention back to Wyatt, she started the lesson. "Wyatt, can you recite the alphabet without help this time?"
Wyatt nodded; he had had some trouble with the letter 'Q' and a few others. Composing himself in the best way possible, he started to recite the alphabet. Managing to get past 'Q' without any trouble. Finishing up on the alphabet, Birch took a look at one of her papers and said, "Wyatt, next we're going to do some advanced words in sentences, ready; begin."
Wyatt went through a few starting phrases, and struggled on some of the harder ones. Birch smiled, he was trying his best to learn, something she wished every young beast would show when at their history study. Birch signaled for Wyatt to stop and started another part of the lesson. About two hours later, Birch and Wyatt proceeded back to the infirmary, hand in paw like a badgermum taking a few babes for a paddle in the pond. Wyatt got into bed and laid there as he said his good bye to Birch and thanking her for the lesson. Birch smiled, and closed the infirmary door.
Wyatt was having a pleasant dream. He was dreaming of his home, if he had been there as long as Abbess Birch had said he was there for, then his mother would be really worried. Another thought struck Wyatt as well, what about school? Surely his mother had gotten a note in so his homework would be collected for him to work on later? After a few more thoughts, he decided that he would have to go back home. Still sleeping, he mentally made plans to go home. The next day, Wyatt had called Abbess Birch to the infirmary. Telling her of his plans to go back home, she smiled and nodded. Only one other had heard of this plan, Sister Elm, who was cleaning the floor nearby. Over the last month she had become fascinated with Wyatt and the items he had in his bag. She wanted to learn more about them, she just couldn't get over it. Now Wyatt was going to go back to his world, she would never get another chance to learn more about those items she had become fascinated with ever again. She laid her own plans for when Wyatt went back. Meanwhile, night has fallen over the abbey after an uneventful day. Glen was tossing and turning in her bed, she was having a nightmare, one that has been pestering her for quite some time. All of a sudden, she sat up, ye she was still asleep, she was sleepwalking again. She once again grabbed her javelin, snapping it from the restraints that were out over it to prevent this problem. Slowly she walked towards the infirmary. Abbess Birch was taking a stroll through the abbey and was near the infirmary when she saw Glen coming slowly from the direction of the dormitories, she rushed inside to warn Darkslash and Wyatt of Glen's imminent arrival, then Birch rushed off to get the otters and any others who would help. Getting out of bed, Wyatt closed the door and barricaded it with whatever he could find. Darkslash lay helplessly on the bed, still unable to walk. Wyatt was about to pick up a small stack of books when his arm strength gave. With a cry, he dropped the books, and fell to the floor. Wyatt could only look on in horror at the javelin that crashed through the door, seeking a way to get past the obstacles in the sleepwalkers way.
NOTE: DraconWriter, I need to talk to you but your e-mail doesn't seem to be working. Please write to me!