Lafayette, trying to escape the battle, as he was injured, ran into this smaller two-story house that was near the battlefield. He assumed no one lived there, as there were no candles lit, and no fires going downstairs. Peggy, was staying upstairs, her family had sent her here after the mansion got broken into a few weeks ago. She grabbed a letter opener and held it as if it were a knife and started to make her way downstairs once she was sure that someone was in the house.
Lafayette stood at the living room's archway, leaning against the wall as he held his left shoulder, groaning in pain and continued to stumble around. He knew he was losing blood but he couldn't think straight enough to go and look for something to help him stop the blood. The pain was horrible. Peggy finally saw him and makes her way down, slowly inching up behind him with her feet slightly scuffing the carpet. The sounds made the Frenchmen alert, he just so happened to notice her out of the corner of his eye at the last second, and swiftly turned around, wincing in pain, to face the woman as he stumbled back a bit.
"Who are you and what is your business here? And don't even think about trying anything, I will kill you." Peggy spoke in her chest voice while moving the blade to his neck to seem threatening. "I am Marquis de Lafayette, the General of the French Army that has assisted the American rebels..." The man said while gently pushing the knife away from his neck. Peggy's expression softened, "The French?'' Her Father was a general for the rebels and so she supported the cause. She helped the wounded Frenchman to the couch and went to the kitchen, where she then got a bowl of cool water and a rag. As the water filled up the bowl, Peggy got the hair tie off her wrist and put her hair into a ponytail. She grabbed the bowl and went back to the general and sat on the floor beside him.
Lafayette sat down on the couch, groaning in relief somewhat as he leaned against the back of the sofa. He took his hand away from his shoulder, which was still bleeding, and he saw the extent of his injury for the first time; it looked nasty, "Merde..." he mumbled under his breath in French. Peggy wasted no time in taking care of him, she took off his coat and shirt, then she gently started dabbing the wound with the damp rag. Her other hand held him in place so she could focus.
He was taken aback at the sight of the girl's hands on him, not expecting anyone to be so comfortable with it. He winced occasionally, as all the touches were painful because of his injury. "You are a very bold woman to so freely touch a foreign man you do not know," he joked with a chuckle, hoping to alleviate the tension but failing. Peggy looked at him unamused by his attempt at jokes, "I have learned from my sister that you should help others. But just know that if I didn't have her influence or that if you weren't a part of the Rebel cause, you would have been dead." She added that last part so she could still be seen as threatening.
"Well, you are quite the feisty one, mademoiselle. Nevertheless, I do appreciate the medical care." He spoke quietly. Peggy nodded and started to clean a bit of the inside of the wound. Agh, God DAMN IT..." he exclaimed, looking down at the wound, which is still fresh, and a small crimson stream of blood trickled from it as the girl in yellow continued her work before stopping. She paused for a moment, "Sorry.. um, there's a rock inside.. I have to remove it and it will probably hurt a bit so be ready." With Lafayette's nod, she shrugged and pulled it out then put the rag back on to stop the blood from flowing.
He winced and Peggy started to bandage his wound. Once she finished, she headed back to the stairs. "Thank you, mademoiselle..." Lafayette said while dozing off to sleep. Peggy nodded and went back to bed. In the morning, the Frenchman would be gone and in his place would be a sunflower and his address.
