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"He looked at her like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time." Unknown
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Charlie worked on me while I kept my head tilted and watched the medicine woman rub a bush of herbs across Keira's body. Thin fabric covered her intimate parts, but the rest of her was exposed revealing just how bad her wounds were. Her leg looked like Anthony had practically ate at it and that caused white hot anger to boil inside of me.
I watched the medicine woman take an egg and drop it into a clear glass of water where it strangely floated in the middle of the glass. She then held it above a candle and peered into the translucent, glowing egg."What does that mean?" I asked her in a scratchy voice and she turned her tanned, wrinkled face to look at me with her cocoa colored eyes.
She hissed in response for me to be silent. I thought it best to just keep my damn mouth shut and let her do her work. I watched the medicine woman begin to mutter and chant soothing, foreign sounding words and dip the herbs in a wooden bowl of water. She took the herbs out of the water and began shaking the droplets of water all over Keira's body.
Still muttering in her language, she took a tiny wooden container and pulled out a brown salve that she rubbed all over Keira's deepest wounds. Setting down the small container, the medicine woman hovered her frail, wrinkled hand over the stomach churning wounds that were all over Keira's hip and thigh area.
She slowly took her hand away and took a damp rag and began cleaning the blood from the wound. Still chanting, she mixed herb leaves, a white paste looking substance and some kind of black powder into a bowl and ground it up.
I winced when I felt my ribs reposition again and raised my back up off of the table in pain. "Easy," Charlie spoke calmly but I felt my heart rate skyrocket when Keira's pain filled cries sliced through the dark room.
I sat up quickly and my hand flew to my ribs from the throbbing pain and I watched Keira writhing in pain as the medicine woman applied the salve generously to her leg. "WHAT THE F*CK IS SHE DOING?!" I shouted when I saw the medicine woman walk to a little fireplace and pull a red glowing knife from its fire.
Keira had stopped moving and her eyes remained closed as the woman lay a hand on Keira's leg and began lowering the knife to her wounds. "WHAT THE F*CK?! CHARLIE STOP THE F&CKING WITCH!" I roared and thrashed against Charlie. Any other day I could have easily thrown off Charlie, but I was too weak and my attempts to get to Keira were useless.
"Calm down. Steady I said," Charlie says and pins me down against the table. Isaiah hurries into the room and helps Charlie keep me still and I pant as I helplessly watch the medicine woman bring the burning knife to Keira's tender, torn flesh. Her cries of pain cause my heart to jerk and ache and I had no doubt that her cries of pain could be heard all the way to the estate house.
The sizzling sound of Keira's skin filled the air long after she had blacked out from the pain and lay limp on the table. The medicine woman finally lifted the knife away from Keira and layed it on a tool stand beside her. I relaxed when I saw that Keira's wounds were no longer bleeding. Isaiah and Charlie moved away from me and left when the medicine woman shooed them away with her hands.
The medice woman applied more salve to Keira's leg then wrapped it in a white bandage. I watched Keira's stomach and chest move up and down every time she breathed and saw that her body was finally trying to heal itself. Whatever the medicine woman had done was working.
I only took my eyes away from Keira's sleeping form when the medicine woman appeared in front of me and began rubbing an orange greasy substance all over my ribs as I felt them continue to slowly shift and re-break into place.
After she applied the salve, I felt my bones continue to shift, but no longer felt the ache or pain. She turned back to Keira and applied something that resembled mud onto Keira's small wounds that littered her face, arms, and neck.
For what seemed like an hour I watched her tentatively lay the mud on every wound that would take awhile to heal until she finally stopped. She pulled a thin white sheet from a cupboard and layed it on Keira then retrieved a small brown pillow and propped it gently under Keira's head.
The woman moved to the stove where she poured something from a tea kettle into a wooden cup and made her way over to me. She lifted my head and brought the cup to my lips and I made the stupid mistake if drinking whatever it was.
I coughed and splattered as the foul liquid slid down my throat. "What the hell was that?!" I choked out and the medicine woman ignored me and went back to the cupboards again. She came back and plopped my head onto a pillow.
In a matter of seconds I knew what was in that damned cup. The witch drugged me and I was fighting to stay awake. I guess I must have needed to sleep to ease my nerves because I was soon out like a light.
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My eyes groggily cracked open and I ran my hands tiredly through my hair. I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the glowing orange light coming from a fireplace. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was in the medicine woman's home about a half mile away from the estate and I quickly sat up.
I cursed under my breath and rubbed my forehead, but scanned over Keira's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful when she slept and the light from fireplace danced across her face brightening her features.
I slid myself off of the table with a slight groan and slowly walked over to where Keira lay and gazed down at her. She wasn't as pale as she had been earlier and that was a good thing, that meant her body was getting strong enough to heal itself again.
I brushed back her dark hair and ran my fingers gently through it. She let out a small noise in between a whimper and a groan and turned her head into my hand. "You're so strong. I don't know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I'm glad I have you," I say softly in a dry, husky voice.
"I'm so sorry, Keira, I'm never going to let you go again. Just, just come back to me," I feel my throat sting with tears and draw out a shaky breath. Something happened in that moment. Something or someone heard me. Someone forgave me and actually listened. For once, my prayers were answered and those dark lashes weakly fluttered causing my heart to do the same.
I nearly choked on my own air when her eyes slowly opened then closed, then opened again. I stopped breathing. The crickets singing outside of the window stopped singing. The shadows from the fire stopped dancing. It was completely silent as I saw my figure appear in her fully awake eyes that shined from the glow of the firefight.
In her eyes I saw my tear shinning eyes stare wonderstruck into hers. In her eyes I saw the young girl I had took in 656 years ago. I saw the girl who I had watched turn into a young woman. I saw the girl who got angry when I beat the hell out of the male pups who would give her lustful looks. I saw how she looked up to me. I saw how much pain she had gone through for me, because of me. I saw her love. For the first time, I saw how she sees me.
I brushed my thumb over her cheek and she raised her still weak hand to my face. Then, she slapped me. Not one of those feminine slaps, but one that sent my head back and makes you see dots in your vision. As weak as she was she managed to pack a hard one. I moved my jaw back and forth and massaged it gently while looking at her dumbfounded.
"Moron," she muttered in a tired voice but managed a small, weak smile before sinking back comfortably against her pillow and closing her eyes. I smiled through the slight stinging on my cheek and watched her yawn and turn her head to the side. She was going to be alright. Together, we would be alright.A/N: HEY, IF YOU GUYS LIKE THE STORY SO FAR AND WANT TO SEE MORE THEN COMMENT AND POSSIBLY VOTE. JUST A SUGGESTION IF YOU WANT MORE UPDATES. THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME KNOWING PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY READING MY STUFF. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND I WILL UPDATE AGAIN SOON.
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