One Heart- The Greatest Showman

Chapter 49

Elizabeth's Pov 

"Mom?" I yelled out as I ran out of the room, past Phillip, to get to the door as quickly as possible. The last time I saw her was when she allowed me to leave my life of solitude, the one that had threated to disrupt the life I had made for myself. I pulled the door open with purpose, seeing my mother stand on the other side of the door. 

She had a large blue cloak pulled halfway over her head, hiding her from the rest of the world. It fell down to her side, exenterating her petite and frail figure. Her bone structure was highly visible along side the dark ash smeared circles under her eyes. 

"Mom?" I asked as she basically fell into my arms, her weight feeling as if I was holding a few large book.

I fell down to the ground, cradling her head in my lap as I yelled out for Phillip. He ran down, almost distraught when he saw her. He quickly scooped her up and moved her into the spare room, placing her on the sofa near the newly made fire. 

I removed her cloak, placing the wet fabric near the fire while Phillip ran to the kitchen to fetch some cheese and water. 

"Mom?" I question as he eye lids fluttered, "Mom, you got to stay with me, okay?" I told her, as she slowly took my hand in hers and placed it upon her side. Confused, I lifted up the edge of her shirt to see the side of her rib cage, seeing long gashes painted red and that seemed to have been stitched up my cotton thread. 

Phillip enter the room again, seeing me examine my mothers wound. Traces of her blood remaining of my finger tips. He placed the cheese and water down on the table beside me, as I instructed him onto what to get. 

Bandages, a sewing kit, a candle, a cloth, some alcohol and a spoon. 

He hastily made his way around the house as gathered everything I needed. I had been reading some of Megan's medical books while she was traveling in France. Not to long afterwards, Phillip brought everything in and placed it onto the coffee table. 

I dosed the cloth in alcohol before gently to clean off the wound, my fingers touching it every so slightly. It wasn't anything I had seen before, not like the knife wounds on my back. The white linen cloth had come off with several blotches of pink ranging from edge to edge. 

Phillip watched from beside me as I placed the threaded needle tip over the flame, sterilizing it. Megan had told me something about it preventing infection within a wound. My hands shook while I braced my self for having to do this. Phillip placed his hand on my shoulder, reminding me that if I was unable to do it, he could. 

Taking a deep breathe, I pierced the needle through my mothers skin. Threading the needle back and fourth, silently thanking her for forcing me to do sewing when I was younger. When I had finished, I stood back to admire my handiwork. It would do, it would have to do. Megan was in France and the closest doctor was at least an hour away. 

Phillip left the room for a little while as I bandaged her torso. Making sure that even with the stitches, no grime or dirt would enter the wound. Once the wound was properly bandaged up, I began to give her some water, slowly giving teaspoons at a time. 

Once she had drunk a glass of water, I ended up leaving the room. Letting her lay by the fire peacefully while I went in search of Phillip.  He was sitting in the sitting room, placing with some cheese on his plate. Moving it constantly around.

"Phil?" I inquired as I sat down next to him, the residue of blood still on my hands. He passed me a cloth, I thanked him as I wiped it off my hands.

"Is she okay?" He asked sincerely, his brow furrowed with worry and something else I couldn't quite place my finger on.

"Yes she is okay. But I have never seen those types of wound before."