Someone to trust (Books of the beginning fanfic)

Chapter 17-Last hope

I was running as fast as I could. My legs hurt so much but I couldn't stop now. I was almost there, just three blocks from here. But a buff man stopped me from running around the corner. "These streets are blocked, sir."

"What?! Let me through!"

"Can't do that, sir. Order from the magic government."

"I don't give a damn! My daughter here is badly wounded and the people who can help her are just a few streets from here!"

"Not my business, sir."

"She could die!"

"Not my problem," he growled. "You see all those people? They are all in the exact same position as you are. Why should I make an exception for you?" 

I knew I wouldn't be able to convince him so I ran into the magic quarter to find a different way, anything really. But I stopped when an aroma of soothing teas filled my nose. "This is not the time to get distracted." But I turned to the origin of the amazing smell. A beautifully decorated tent with an incredibly old woman. She was basically only bones, skin and grey hair. 'Probably a witch.'  I thought. She caught me staring at her and was snapped back to reality. My first instinct was to check on Emma, who was still breathing heavily, her ribcage probably breaking more each second. 

"Do you need help with her?" the old woman asked.

"Can you?" I asked not caring about how desperate I sounded. 

"Of course. Come in." She moved the tapestry of the tent to welcome me in. With a quick step, I walked in. "Put her on the red couch." I followed her order and faced her again.  

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Absolutely certain. I am quite skilled after all."

"But how do I have to pay you? I don't h-"

"First give me your names."

"Ma'am, I wanted to s-"

"I know. Later, dearie. Your names first," she explained while examining Emma's chest.

I sighed. "My name is Richard and that is my daughter Emma."

"Good."  She took off Emma's shirt and spread the salve she just made. I nervously walked in small circles over and over again. "Relax, dearie. Just sit down." She pushed me in one of the soft chairs and put a cup of tea in front of me. Then she turned back to Emma. I breathed in and out, telling myself that Emma was going to be okay and that I couldn't do anything to help anymore and just tried to relax. I sipped from the herb tea while watching the old woman race from her little table full of ingredients and tools back to Emma and back to the table, again and again. Over and over until the busy day started washing over me and I fall asleep.

Hey... I wasn't gone for that long... shut up! No, just kidding of course. Sorry for being gone for that long. I have already written the next five chapters on paper, I'm just too lazy to type them all. But I'll try to push through and upload a bit more. Please keep commenting. No matter what your comment says me knowing that you read my chapter and took the time to comment something really puts a smile on my face and encourages me to write more. Thank you for reading!