"We are going for a walk later. Care to join us?" Scott asked. He said it loud enough for the mortals to hear.
"Yes we will join you." Paddy answered.
"Good."
I served everyone a bowl of stew. Scott sat beside Quinn. He shared his dinner with him.
Afterwards we sat around the campfire talking. We stood up to go for our walk just as everyone was preparing for bed.
"May we join you?" Wayne asked. Markham was standing beside him.
"Of course more the merrier."
We kept the mortals in the middle. Paddy and I were walking in front of them. I stepped in front of him. Paddy whispered "Go!" I ran into the darkness.
I fed on some caribou then ran back to Paddy. It only took me a few minutes. The caribou stayed near the camp.
"Paddy where is Kylie?" Markham asked.
"I am right here Markham." I looked around Paddy to see him.
We heard Annabelle run towards the caribou next. She was behind Scott and Quinn who were behind the mortals.
We were all fed by the time we finished our walk. Wayne and Markham went to their tent when we returned to the camp.
Quinn, Cory and Paddy walked us back to our tent. They were going to do a night patrol. They needed to do some shifting.
"We will not be too long." Paddy whispered.
"Yes you will." We smiled.
I watched them go into their tent as men then fly out as birds.
Annabelle and I stayed up to watch for them. They were back by dawn. We started their breakfast shortly after. They were talking quietly at the table.
"The French are coming this way if they do not stop they will be here inside of a month." Paddy whispered.
"That close." I said sitting down beside him. He nodded.
Every night afterwards they went to check the French's position.
Paddy came into the hospital tent after one of his patrols with the mortals. We gathered around him.
"The French have set up camp about a mile from here." He whispered. "Expect patients." We nodded.
We had patients every night after that few died but many were injured. Scott tried very hard not to amputate limbs. One of us would put a drop or two of our blood in a soldier's wound if the bone was badly broken.
The Commander would come and check on his men every few days.
"I am quite pleased with your skill Doctor. Your patients do not seem to lose their limbs." He commented.
"I would rather keep the man whole Sir." Scott said.
"I agree Doctor." He nodded. "Good job."
"Thank you Sir."
"Ladies." The Commander nodded his head at us then left.
"If he only knew." Scott whispered to us. We smiled.
Scott made sure we kept tight bindings on the broken limbs for a month or more so that they would heal properly.
The mortals were in a lot of pain at first. As they healed it lessen. Scott was able to save a good majority of them.
The soldiers that had head wounds and direct hits to the heart were hard to save. They perished rather quickly.
Hugo, Curtis and Quinn were brought in with multiple shrapnel wounds. They were in a lot of pain. We put them behind the privacy curtains.
