Jasmin's Future (Completed)

Chapter 15

Jasmin woke up with a start, her heart thumping rapidly. She sat up abruptly, looking around wildly. A RainWing was looking at her worriedly. 

"Where am I?" She choked. 

"In the healer's hut, of course!" Bullfrog, the sky-blue RainWing with white ear-ruffs exclaimed. "You were having a nightmare- all that thrashing around!- so I'm going to give you some pills that'll give you a dreamless sleep."

"Thank you," Jasmin muttered, though she inwardly let out a sigh of relief. No Wasp haunting her sleep sounded like a dream. "Well, can I go now?"

"Not quite." He shook his head. "I've got you some bad news."

"What is it?" She asked impatiently. "Another infection? Brain damage? Wasp's coming back to life?"

"Worse than that." Bullfrog sat down on the ground in front of her. "While we were treating your wound, we found that it will never really heal as nicely as we thought it would."

"So?" Jasmin stared at him; was this really the 'big news' he was telling her about?

"We think that it's been opened too many times, with either too much movement or repetitive injuries," Bullfrog explained. "So it'll never close. You'll need to come to the healer's hut once every two or three days to change your poultice and bandages. And that's not all," He added. 

"There's more?" Jasmin leaned in, startled by the thought that her wound would never heal. 

"We found a doctor from Possibility when you were first found in front of Jerboa's house, to help heal you. We don't really have that much experience, so he said he could help. And he trained us before leaving, so we know a lot more about healing now."

"I checked up on all your injuries just now, and I found that you are in an extremely fragile state right now," He reported. "You have an infection in your wings, so you won't be flying anytime soon. We also found a strange...poison had entered your broken arm, and it's slowly spreading to the rest of your body."

"What does that mean?" Jasmin asked, her heart racing faster than a SkyWing could fly. 

"If it spreads and reaches your heart, you'll die," Bullfrog sighed. "It's spreading at a rapid speed, and it'll reach your organs in less than two days. I'm sorry, but we need to amputate your arm before it spreads any further."