Gabriel's POV
My hands shook the slightest bit as I hold the basin of water. A dipper clattered around the sides of the basin with each step I take. I was trying to take extra care not to let any slop over the sides, though it wasn't working well.
When I reached the tent, I flopped the thin canvas back and set the basin inside. I then entered myself and closed the flap after me. Emily looked so different. She was pale and she wore a blank expression. I could see her foot poking out from under the brown blanket and one of her hands hung off the cot she was laying on.
"I brought water." I announced. She looked over at me as though she had just realized that I was there. A weak smile appeared on her face. I grabbed the dipper and brought it to her. She attempted to grab it from me, but I stopped her and brought it to her lips myself. She emptied it and then leaned back on her bed.
"Thank you," she said after a moment. I smiled at her.
"How do you feel?" I asked her.
"Better than yesterday. It's been many years since I've felt as bad as I did then." She coughs one time.
"I'm glad you're feeling better then. You took quite the beating."
"It was nothing." I rolled my eyes. There was a brief silence filled only by the people outside.
"Oh, father said I was supposed to check your leg, make sure you're healing up." I helped her to move the blankets away from her leg. Her leg was tightly bound with what appeared to be gauze. I pulled it away to reveal the wound and I could feel my face drop. I moved the blanket so she couldn't see. The skin around the wound was black and glossy, the wound itself a strange pink color. I touched the skin on the side and as I expected, it was hot. It was almost certainly gangrene.
"Gabriel? Is something wrong." She asked. I didn't respond verbally, I just looked up and smiled for fear that I would l frighten her.
"I'll be back, I have to go get my father," I turned and began to go, but I heard her shuffling around on the cot. I turned back and looked at her staring at her blackening limb. "Emily, are you okay?" I went next to her bedside.
"Um, is that, uh...?" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yes, I think so." I answered for her. She promptly puked on my shoes.
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Silent Screams (The Patriot Fanfiction)
RomanceEmiline Jones, Emily to her friends, has lead a tough life. When the Revolutionary War begun her parents and older sister were murdered by British people she doesn't know. Just that the leader has blue eyes and long dark hair. She's vowed to kill hi...
