She sees a lady walking down the cobbled street with a baby in her arms, the lady sounded like she was coughing her guts up. Painful black blisters covered the ill mother's body. The Plague Doctor walks over to the woman. Her tall 6'5" figure looming over the lady. She pulls a small glass full of black liquid out of her pocket. She places it in the mother's hand and she signals for her to drink it, after some convincing the lady uncorks the bottle and puts the rim to her lips. She pours the thick, black liquid down her throat. Suddenly the mother start to feel better, she pulls her child closer to her before praising the Plague Doctor. The Plague Doctor denies her praise, she says its just another day in a doctors life. The Plague Doctor watches as the woman walks away, she then goes and sits back on the bench that she spends most of her time at.
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The Plague Doctor
Historical FictionThis is a moral story. The moral is "don't judge a book by its cover". I actually got inspiration to write this while learning about the plague in a history lesson. This short book (idk if i can call it a book or not) showcasing that not all people...
