Chapter 2
No, no. She's not awake. Doc suddenly felt disappointed.
Wyatt, Mattie, Virgil, Allie, and Doc were just looking and staring at the girl. She wasn't moving. But she was breathing hard. Allie ran next to her side. Her hands ran through her hair trying to calm her down. Immediately, she remembered that the girl has a fever and the back of her hand was placed on the girl's forehead.
"Her fever has broke," Allie said and turned around to face everyone. Her eyes went quickly to Doc's face. He looked a bit worried. But this changed as quickly as it came. He licked his lips. Allie glanced back at the girl. She was calm yet again. She decided to head to her kitchen to make some tea for everyone. "Tea anyone?"
She heard mumbles of 'yes' from everyone. Everyone except Doc.
"Doc?" Allie pressed.
"No, thank you, Darling. I'm perfectly well situated." He said this as he lifted up a small little tin cup with a handle indicating he was still drinking. His words slurred. He grabbed his bottle and poured more into the cup. Allie strolled off.
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Where am I? The girl wondered. Her head throbbed. She stirred after hearing a gentle but rough man's voice. It sounded almost melodic. He sounded proper and Southern. Her eyes opened after a few seconds passed. She had to find out where she is, and who's voice was it she heard. She was in a room, a very nice room.
People were staring at her. She looked down and she was wearing a nightgown. Not her clothes. She saw she was on a couch. She saw her clothes and weapons, which were in a neat pile next to her. Her hair felt hot and sticky. Most likely from her troubled sleep.
Virgil and Wyatt came forward to help her. They rushed to see how she was doing. Doc stared on. He didn't know what to do. He could feel multiple coughs cooking up in the back of his throat. He tried to hold it down. He couldn't. A terrible fit emerged. He grabbed his handkerchief and put it against his mouth. He couldn't breath but he had to cough. His eyes rolled down to look at the cloth. It was stained with blood.
The girl swung her swore legs over the couch. This happened just as Allie walked in and Doc was having his fit. Allie was carrying a tray with five cups of tea. An extra one, perhaps, for Doc. She saw the girl up and moving. She had her items cradled in her arms. She mumbled, "I have to go."
"The bathroom is right there, dear." Allie pointed to it. Allie put the tray down as the girl scattered to the room to change.
The guys helped Doc to lie down on the couch he was on. He was paler than usual. His coat jacket was off. He tried to reach for his bottle and cup, whichever one he could get his hands on. They kept it from him. His coughs settled down and he was fine, if he rested and didn't move too much. He felt like a prisoner. Damn my consumption.
About half an hour later the girl walked out into the room. Much to everyone's dismay, Doc was sitting up like nothing has happened. The girl tried to walk out of the house but they stopped her. They tried to hold her back.
"Oh please, rest a little." Allie's voice pleaded.
"Really, Allie. She's only rested for twelve hours. But, I too, would like it if you would stay to have a cup o' tea," Doc said and again holding up his cup, though, was filled with alcohol, not tea.
It was his voice. She thought. But she didn't want to be a burden on them. As far as she could see they've treated her well. She felt good though despite her condition. She wanted to stay. She wanted to hear his voice again. His voice reminded her of home. She was glad she got a chance to clean up. Yes! Her head was screaming. "Sure." She said.
She has a nice voice. Doc concluded. He stumbled as he got up to lead her to a seat. This seat was next to him. Doc noticed she looked pale. He just stared at her.
She felt his eyes on her. His beautiful pale blue eyes. She liked his features. He was absolutely the most gorgeous man she had ever seen or heard. She saw the tips of his eyes squinting a bit. His lips parted from each other. And his tongue moved to lick his lips. It was habitual.
Doc picked up a cup of tea and handed it to this woman. She took it and put it to her mouth. She could tell he was thinking… thinking very intensely.
After seeing all of his actions and the thoughtful gestures of the others she thought Soon the questions will come. They always do.
"What's your name, Darling?"