Dream

Chapter 13

Lucy must have passed out because when she awoke she was lying on the bed and she had no recollection of being moved from the floor. She moved to sit up and immediately felt a burning pain in her arm. Looking down, she noticed that there was a piece of cloth tied around it and it was saturated in blood. She raised her hand to remove the cloth and was startled when Zebadiah's hand came down to cover hers.

"Don't, it only stopped bleeding a minute ago, but don't worry, I have help on the way," he explained.

Lucy looked at him and noted he had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When she looked around she noted his discarded clothes in the corner and they were covered in blood.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, choking on the words.

"No, but you are, and you need stitches."

Lucy nodded. "Probably, I'll go home and have my grandmother take care of it," she insisted.

"No, you'll stay here and rest, and when you're ready I'll run you home."

"Who is coming?" she asked, having finally registered what he had said earlier.

"Holden Brown, he should be here any minute." Zebadiah walked away from her and Lucy took a moment to look down at her own clothes, they were covered in blood as well, but she didn't care.

She watched Zebadiah as he paced the room, shooting her questioning glances every once and awhile.

"What?" Lucy finally asked, laying back on the big bed.

"How did you know?"

Lucy shrugged, not really wanting to answer that she had seen it in a vision. It would raise to many questions that she didn't feel like answering.

"Was it a set-up, did you get cold feet at the last minute?" He didn't look particularly angry at the idea, only curious, which led her to believe that he didn't believe that a set-up was the answer.

"What do you think?" she asked in return.

"I have no clue, I really don't, are you a witch?"

Lucy gave a sad smile. "No, if I was, my life would probably be a hell of a lot easier."

Zebadiah's phone made a noise and he walked over to where it rested on the desk. "Wait here," he instructed as he left the room.

A few minutes later he returned with Belfort's only doctor. Holden Brown. He was a fairly young man in his early thirty's, about Zebadiah's age, and the two men appeared to know each other.

Holden paused as he entered the room, frowning as he looked at Lucy lying in Zebadiah's bed. He noted her bloody arm and slowly moved towards her, it was as if he was afraid that she was going to bite.

"What happened?" he asked. The question was obviously meant for Zebadiah, so Lucy kept her mouth shut as he slowly started to unwind the make shift bandage on her arm. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he was a bit too rough.

Lucy had never used him as a doctor, nor had her grandmother. She had tried to visit his office once and after getting past the rude staff she found him to be just as rude as they were. That was when she had started to use a doctor in a town that was two parishes away.

"Someone threw a rock through the window and a piece of glass from the window caught Lucy's arm." Zebadiah explained.

Holden twisted her arm so that he could get a better look and she cried out in pain and wrenched herself away from him.

"No more!" she said standing. "You're hurting me, not helping me!" The movement took too much out of her and she passed out once more, landing in a heap on the floor.