Chapter 2
Will rushed through town, ignoring the panicked and questioning looks the people of the small town gave him. All he had in his mind was one thing: Doctor Madison.
Upon reaching the aging doctor's home, he kicked at the door, since both his hands were occupied holding up the girl. The door swung open, revealing a grumbling Adam Madison, who stepped aside with a look of shock and confusion upon seeing what the young man was carrying.
"Honestly Will. Did you have to kick down my door. What's so wrong that you had to kick my door!"
"She's been stabbed. I found her up at the top of the hill. She's still breathing, but unconscious." Will said, still catching his breath. Upon hearing Will's words, the doctor set to work immediately, and Will set the girl down upon the doctor's home table. The fine man received many calls while he was home, so he finally set up two offices, one at home for during the holidays and late at night, and the one for normal day hours.
Four hours later, Will had taken the girl home with the doctor's promises she would be alright. The knife, which was still in her back, had not hit anything crucial, and all she would need was a few weeks rest. She had badly sprained her wrist upon falling, and had hit her head rather hard. Will had volunteered to take care of her. He felt as if he should recognize her, and was determined to know why.
When Elizabeth came to, she was in an unfamiliar room, with scratchy sheets underneath her. She was confused for a moment, until it all hit her. The kidnapping, Norrington pulling his man back home in the belief that she was dead, being stabbed by Dougal, and then blackness. The wound on her back was painful, and her head felt ready to explode. Her wrist was wrapped up, and was tender. She tried to sit up, but found that she was hit by a wave of dizziness, and her back screamed in protest. A gasp escaped her, and she quickly covered her mouth, unsure about being alone. When footsteps sounded near her, she looked around for a weapon of any kind. Seeing a sword resting not 5 feet from her, she ignored the pain and unsheathed the blade, ready for whom ever may come through the door.
She sat there waiting, and was shocked when a man her age walked through, worry and curiosity shining in his dark eyes. He stopped when he saw what lay in her hands, and cautiously look from her to the blade, and then back to her. Reaching back and grabbing a chair, he sat down, and just looked her in the eyes before breaking the silence.
"Hello Elizabeth."