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One Week Later….
The war had begun only the next day after Lydia had come to see Lenne. That day when Lenne reported for her first orders she had seen felled soldiers already being admitted to the hospital. The wounds on the men and women had started out small like things such as: small burns, gunshots, and arrows. However, as of the past few days, people were coming in with missing limbs, or other pieces of their bodies. Also, many of the dead had been passed through the doors of the hospital, and everyday another heart was broken by the sight of death at it’s worse.
Lenne was more and more beginning to see no reason why they should continue the fighting, and savagery that the war was causing. Why was it that no one could get along? The thing that made Lenne cry herself to sleep every night was the knowledge that her father- her weak father- was out fighting when he barely slid by death each day. This damn war was what would end her father’s life, and though she knew that he would die with honor, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
“Lenne! We have a bad one out here, and it’s one of the vampires!” the voice of one of the many healers called which jolted her out of her lamentations. This was what she was suppose to be concentrating on, and her father would eventually have to die at one time or another.
“I’ll be right there!” she called back, and jumped off of her bed and hurried to get dressed. Like all of the other healers she had a room in the hospital that they were stationed in. As their princess everyone had suggested that she be given a room of her own, and though she had stated that she wanted to be treated like everyone else no one had listened to her.
Once dressed she ran out of the room, and into the office part of the hospital where she could get more information about the victim that had been brought to them. When she reached the desk a secretary by the name of Christine sat in one of the chair, and when Lenne stopped in front of her she asked, “Christine what happened to this one?”
“About ten minutes ago we got information that a felled vampire general was being immediately transported to us. We have him now, and he’s in really bad shape, Princess.” the woman replied instantaneously.
“Which room is he in?” Lenne asked as she looked around at the five different rooms they used to examine the patients.
“I was told to send you to room 3.” Christine replied, to which Lenne nodded her head before strolling off to Examination Room 3.
The moment that Lenne opened the door she was assaulted with the smell of burnt flesh that sent her stomach roiling, and she felt bile rise in her throat. She tried to get in the room a bit at a time hoping that the more she was exposed to the smell the less horrible it would be, but that didn’t happen. The farther she got into the room the stronger that smell became until it was threatening to suffocate her. Dear Lord! The smell could kill a person! she thought to herself as she inched a little more inside the room.
“Princess, we have him stabilized for the moment, but that may not last long.” the words had come from one of the male healers standing in a semi-circle around the victim. Those words made Lenne snap into action, and her mind was instantly cleared of everything except the need to help someone who was in need.
Finally walking to the group of healers, Lenne could see that a man was laying on a gurney, and that he was burnt as bad as was possible for a vampire to stand. If he wasn’t a vampire this man would have been dead when he was hit. she spoke again to herself as she began to examine the man.
Lenne was thoroughly surprised that he could have been identified at all by the battle field hospital staff when he had been found. Some one may have seen him just before whatever had happened. she thought, and once she was finished with the exam she stepped away from the man.
“Is everyone ready to start the healing?” another of the male healers asked as he ceremoniously lit aromatherapy candles that were placed around the small room.
When a unanimous ‘yes’ sounded amongst all of the healers everyone joined hands. They then focused all of their healing energy on the burnt victim in front of them.
Lenne put as much of her energy as she could into this healing, because they would need to keep the man from dying on them. He had a nice long life to live, and she wanted him to have all of the time that he wanted to do so. The man may have been from an opposing army, but he was still a person. Everyone had a fate, and she just didn’t believe that his was to die in battle, at least not this time.
Finally, once all of the energy had diminished, the healers stopped sending energy to the fallen man. Lenne, barely able to move from the drain that the healing had caused her, walked over to peer down at the figure. He look a pit more like a person rather than a disfigured lump of flesh. Though a little of his shape had returned he was still horribly burned.
“Where are we to put him?” a voice asked, and Lenne knew instinctively it was Lydia’s. “We need these rooms back here left open, but there’s no more room anywhere else for us to put him.”
Lenne thought about this problem, and when she came to a conclusion she said, “He can stay in the room that I’m in right now. I could move into another room during that time.”
“Princess, there’s no reason to do so. We will find a place for him, and besides he will need constant attention.” Lydia replied immediately afterwards.
“Fine, then I’ll stay share the room with him.” Lenne shrugged, and held up her hand when Lydia would have protested. “I am the one who’s strength will return first, and have the most power. This is something that only I can do.” she said matter-of-factly, and by the silence that followed that everyone knew she was right.
“Alright, milady, I suppose that you have made a valid point. It does make the most sense out of everything that we could have done with him.” Lydia said grimly, but didn’t argue the point.
“Good, good. I will make sure that he recovers sufficiently. I am, of course, a healer.” Lenne stated, and watched as the bed was wheeled toward the room that they would both now be sharing. This was to be the first time that a man would ever share her living space, and fortunately, he was unconscious.
- by Sarina Slytherin |
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- | Submitted on 08/04/2009 |
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- Title: The Promise of War
- Artist: Sarina Slytherin
- Description: this is the second part of my story The Promise of War. I hope that many will read, comment, and rate. By the way, sorry that it took so long, but with all the school work I've been doing I had very little time for anything else. I will not be posting another chapter if I don't get at least three positive comments.
- Date: 08/04/2009
- Tags: promise vampires angels
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- emilyraven_forgottenvoice - 08/10/2009
- very good, me likey, just work on fixing more of your grammatical and spelling errors, hon.
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