Chapter 11
“Medic! Medic!” Mr. Smith raced into the compound, clutching a bundle of limp, dangling limbs close to his chest. One foot hung at a strange angle and little drops of blood sprinkled the hallway floor behind him.
Lucien, who had been meandering past the front door, nearly got bowled over by the rushing cleric. He jumped out of the way.
“Smith, what happened?” he shouted. Then his mind pieced together what he was seeing. Frizzy brown hair. Long denim skirt. “What happened to Annie?”
Mr. Smith didn't even slow down. Lucien trailed him to the clinic. Smith set the girl gently on the bed.
Lucien was no medic, but he could see the girl had been through something terrible. Her right ankle is clearly broken. Blood flowed freely from a deep gash across her belly, another at her ha
