Katrina

by emeraldstoker

This is based on a combination of the Book by Washington Irving and the cartoon the Adventures of Ichabod Crane and Mr. Toad and is told through the eyes of Katrina Van Tassel. What if she really had cared for that gangly Schoolmaster?

9. Better?

Katrina quickly dried her eyes and followed the doctor to the sick room.

Ichabod's face was ashen, nearly gray though his cheeks burned crimson. He mumbled in a fitful sleep, almost certainly in a frightened delirium. There was a bandage around his left shoulder, slightly stained with blood at the center. Katrina sat down beside him and brushed her cool hand against his hot cheek. Once again his eyes slowly opened and then looked at her.

"Katrina..." he croaked out and then coughed. She noticed a glass of water on the bedside table and held it to his mouth. He swallowed a little of it and continued. "The horseman..."

"Shhh. I know darling." She soothed stroking his brow gently. "But you're safe now." Ichabod nodded and allowed his eyes to close once again. He did not seem to be asleep so Katrina continued, "I'm here and I promise to stay and nurse you till all is well only... do promise you'll get better?"

Ichabod's eyes opened once again and he smiled softly at Katrina taking a small, plump hand into one of his long thin ones. "I am a great deal better already."