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The next morning, Charlotte woke up before William, which was quite rare. They were in a room in Wilkins Manor, since they would not risk travel at night. She felt dizzy, and hurried to find a bucket to throw up in; like many mornings before. The couple did not share a bed for the last few days or when they did, she woke up to an empty bed since William would have left early for patrols. She did her best not to wake him, but it was already too late for that.

"Lily, dear. Are you okay?" he said as he turned around toward her, still in bed.

"Yes, I will be. Don't worry about me."

"I remember you use to throw up exactly like this when you were with child."

"Hum hum," she said; her head still over the bucket.

"If my count is right, you are late."

"You keep the count of my courses?"

He came toward her and rubbed her back up and down.

"We'll be leaving for camp as soon as you are ready. I want you to be seen by a doctor. After, I'll arrange a transport for you back to the Fort."

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At the camp, she felt out of place. Tavington led her into a big white tent, where she was to wait for the doctor. A curtain hanging made the corner they were standing in seemed like a separated room. Many men were lying down on cots, some even on the ground. Bandages were soaked in blood, some were missing limbs. Only one doctor seemed to be taking care of the dozen of wounded in the medical tent.

"Sir, I am sorry to interrupt. Last night, Smith, the traitor we caught, gave us information about Martin whereabouts. The dragoons are ready for an ambush this morning," Bordon said as he entered the room the couple were in.

"Smith? As in Noah Smith?" Charlotte said.

"Yes, you know him? Was he there when you were kidnapped by the militia?" Bordon asked.

"I am not sure I heard his name from the militia. My maid Florence was head over heels for a colonial man who recently joined the dragoon. His name was Noah Smith from what I can recall."

"This makes sense. This is probably how he knew so much about you. Colonel, we should leave before the word of his capture spread. We'll have the element of surprise," Bordon said.

"Yes, you are right. Prepare the men, I will be there soon. And fetch Wilkins." Bordon nodded and left the room. "Charlotte, as soon as the doctor is done with you assessment, I want you to go in the generals tent. You will find you father and not move from there. Wilkins will remains with you for your safety. I will be back as soon as I can."

Tavington put his hand over her belly, disappointed to leave. He was sure she was with child, but would have like to be there when it was confirmed. He kissed her before he left.

Doctor Mackenzie soon made his way to her. His kindness was welcome and he rapidly confirmed her she was with child with the symptoms she was experimenting. She should not ride, nor do too much physical exercise. The nausea should be over in a couple of weeks.

On the other side of the curtains, they heard someone yell in pain. Doctor Mackenzie rushed to the man's side, followed by Charlotte. The man had a gunshot to the side of his stomach. The bullet was still inside and had to be taken out as soon as possible. Mackenzie was an experimented surgeon and the bullet was out in no time. Charlotte watched him from afar; she could not help but find it fascinating. Soon, other men were rushed inside and Mackenzie was overloaded. Charlotte was thinking about going out, but Wilkins was nowhere to be seen yet.

"Lady Tavington, can you sew?"

"Yes, I can"

"I need you help here. You need to sew this man's wound."

He did not let her any choice; she was given thread and needle. He quickly showed her where the stitches needed to be before moving to another man's care. Something must have happened for all those men to need medical care.

She looked at the man she was about to sew and swallowed hard.

"Come on, little one. I'm sure you can patch me up," the man said as he drank from a whisky flask.

She nodded and took her summoned up her courage. She was almost done when Doctor Mackenzie yelled at her to come and help him. She moved to the next man and followed Mackenzie's instructions.

Wilkins had been looking for her around camp. The colonel would not be pleased if he would have lost her. Once he entered the medical tent, he saw her but was shock to see her hands and dress full of blood. She had picked up a strand of hair out of her face, and left a bloody stain on her forehead.

"Lady Charlotte, there you are. My orders are to not let you out of my sight."

"Well Captain, then hold this man's shoulder as I dig for the bullet."

She was surprised by herself, by how calm she was. She felt fulfilled as she took care of those men. Most of them were afraid; she would speak to calm them down. After hours of sewing and carefully applying bandages, she was tired. Mackenzie ordered her to go and rest for an hour. She might come back after if she wanted to. Wilkins showed her to an empty tent, where a cot and a small desk where taking the whole space.

"This is Colonel Tavington's tent. You may rest here, I will finish some reports, if it is fine for you."

She laid down and felt asleep as soon as her head his the cot.