SLAVE OF THE HEART

The Past Will Always Haunt

Luke looked up from his paperwork when a jeep drew up to the front lawns of the hospital.

The doors opened and a bed-raggled woman with an equally scruffy looking girl were dragged into the hospital. He already knew, from the dirt and smell on them that they were slaves.

"Doctor! She's loosing blood and she is pregnant," the man who had a distinct russian accent rasped.

"Who's bleeding?" Luke asked the agitated man. There was another man outside who was talking on the phone. He was quite well built, just like this guy.

"Her!" he barked, pointing at the young girl.

"Evelyne, clean up her wound and set up a drip to rehydrate her. What's your name?"

"Wardah..." the girl faintly replied. Evelyne came with another nurse, and a stretcher. Wardah climbed

on it and she got wheeled away as Luke talked to the older lady.

"How far along are you?"

"Eight months. Please, I can't lose this baby...! I lost my sweet daughter already. I can't lose this one," she was hysterical. He gave her a sedative before checking her.

"Is she okay doctor?"

Luke smiled sadly. "We have done everything to keep her safe. She'll be monitored through out her night here."

The Russian nodded before looking at Luke.

"Thank you for saving Lady Arana's life. We owe you a lot."

"Its nothing. The mother was going into labour. Would you like for her to give birth here or in Bloominum?"

The Russian man sighed. "I think the Master would want her here instead, he trusts you more than anyone because he has heard of you."

"Could i talk to him?"

"He's worried but..."

"Doctor! How is she? Is she going to be okay?" the man they were talking about strode towards them.

"We have managed to stabilize her. Since she was a little hysterical, we gave her a sedative."

"Is it wise to do that? She is having contractions!"

"Well, she will be up in about an hour or two, and by then, we can talk to her. Is it her first time having a baby?"

"No."

"Why was she nervous then?"

The Russian man sighed. "She lost her first baby after giving birth to her years ago."

"What about Wardah?"

"She is an adopted child. She recently lost her other child to slave raids."

"Did she have complications going into labour before?" Luke asked.

"Not that we know of."

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After getting Lady Arana's medical history from the men, he proceeded to check on Wardah.

For some reason, he remembered Vasheronne. They didn't look alike.

Stop thinking about her and Rajab. You did not fight for her as she did you.

He read her chart and was about to walk out when he noticed a scar on her leg. It looked like it would have caused gangrene and bacteraemia if left unattended.

"She took care of me."

Luke looked up and his eyes met her brown ones. "Who?"

"Vasheronne," she said. "I miss her. Some bad men came and took her away a year ago."

Luke froze.  Could this be the same one he knew? Maybe it wasn't her.

It couldn't be... could it?

"Did you just say... Vasheronne?"

"Yeah... she was awesome. See that scar? I had a beeg cut and I had a really bad fever. Vasheronne went to the forest everyday to get me herbs to clean it. She didn't mind though. She was the bomb!"

Wardah kept on talking as Luke watched. She really did know her. He knew she loved her, and she was heartbroken when they brought her here.

He just had to meet her relative when he had resolved to never think about her.

Life really did not make any sense at times.

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Author's note: hi! sorry i've not updated much this weekend.

Oh, and about the previous chapter, the quoted songs are 'drunk'-Ed Sheeran  and 'the way it goes'-Minor Soul