Moonlight Glow

Chapter 5: Silk

"Were you able to take out the bullet?"
Two men were busying themselves around Noah. He was lying on a bed and,even though he looked unconscious,he was still gasping.
One of his rescuers was a doctor and the other,the gentleman who found him in the slums,was doing his best to support him,although his degree was far from being medical science.

"Of course I did,don't be fooled by my young age. After all I'm still a doctor". The doctor let go a smile,even though the atmosphere in that room was pretty serious.
While the gentleman was drying Noah's forehead from sweat and occasionally leaving the room to bring new towels and bandages,the doctor was treating his wound.
Only a table lamp was lighting up the room,next to it there was a basin full of water and a towel,though both of them was partially colored red.
"His fever is still high",the gentleman was checking it with his hand on Noah's forehead."He looks in pain too",dark circles had been drew under the jester's eyes."Can't we give him a pain killer or something?"
The doctor was very focused on treating the wound and he kept looking at his skilled hands doing their job while answering.
"Better not,we have no idea how his body would react".

A new person appeared in front of the bed,both of the men were too focused on their patient to notice her entrance in the room.
"Is everything alright? I sewed the part were he got shot and now his shirt is drying on the balcony". Her long reddish brown hair was moving together with every movement she did,as if they were made of silk.

Both of the men turned to face her but the doctor answered first
"Perfect timing! Would you mind holding his hand?" he nodded his head toward Noah,still gasping as if he had just reached the surface after swimming in the depths of the ocean.
"What?". Her round glasses reflected the lamp's light when she tilted her head.
"They say that holding someone's hand while in pain is really helpful for who's suffering,it's like a comfort or a way to tell them 'You can do it!'".Somehow it was funny how much emphasis he put on the last sentence,he looked like an actor during a performance.

The girl got closer to the bed and reached Noah's hand. It was cold against the girl's touch,as if snow and sand were meeting. Other wounds were written on his chest,but they looked almost healed,just like memories of a past that doesn't belong to someone anymore,though pieces of it can still be seen in their action or their words.She hesitated a bit at first,but then she firmly holded his hand.
"Everything is going to be alright,I'm sure of it". After she spoke Noah's breathing became gradually regular again and he started looking more relaxed. Everyone in that room smiled,making that serious atmosphere become warming.

When Noah woke up he found himself wrapped in something soft and warm. His head was resting on a pillow and something damp had been put on his forehead,but the ceiling he was staring at was far from familiar.
Where am I?

He sat up all of the sudden and he instantly regretted this action,for his head started spinning. The towel he had on his forehead fell on his lap. He couldn't remember how he had put on a simple white shirt on,although the upper part of his jester attire was resting on a wooden chair next to his bed. The light in that room was dim because the windows had been covered by curtains,a small opening between them was the only source of light.
He put on his boots and tried to stand up but he didn't last even a minute because he stumbled on the nearest wall.
Continually holding on the wall,he looked gropingly for the door.After all,his head kept spinning but it was getting better with every step he took.

Reaching the knob he swung it open and a rainy day light engulfed him. It took few seconds to him to realize he was facing a long hallway he had never seen. All the doors were closed,so he opened the nearest door on the right. It was a sitting room with white walls and long blue carpets covering almost all the floor. Three big windows were showing the rainy city to a girl sitted on an armchair,looking sometimes the book in her lap,sometimes the view. Although the clouds had covered the sun,her hair revealed a reddish light,as if tiny rubies had been weaved in her hair.A simple white dress gave her a celestial aura. She turned to face Noah.