The Scottish Duke

chapter two

Oh!” I gasped surprised to someone in the bush. I couldn’t help but notice his muscular chest and legs while looking for injuries. Even though he was injured he looked handsome. He

wore a blue and green kilt with a pouch on the side. His white shirt was ripped and covered in dirt. He had a sword strapped to his back and his shaggy red hair reached just above his

shoulders.

“Sir I’m a healer, let me help you” I whispered.

The man took a deep breath and muttered “Leg…Hurts like Hell” in between breaths. I looked down at his legs and saw the wound was in his thigh. Great, I thought sarcastically, I

must lift up his kilt to fix this. If he’s like any other scot, he won’t be wearing anything under is

kilt. My mother would be so mad, but I have to help him.

I gently moved my hands up from his knees. I pushed his kilt up with my left hand to examine his wound. I got to say he has some strong thighs. “What are you...?” The man trailed

off.

“Don’t worry I’m just tending to your wound, I promise.

He raised his eyebrow at me. “Sure you are.” He said as he smirked. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, and I knew I was blushing, even though I tried not to.

“Looks like you took a bullet to the thigh. You’re lucky it didn’t go deep. I’m going to have to use a tourniquet to stop the blood flow, cut out the musket ball, and then patch you up

before we can leave.” I told the man.

“Whiskey…in my bag” he said gritting his teeth.

I opened the bag on his waist and grabbed a silver flask with a coat of arms. Where would a highlander get such a fancy flask? I wondered. I gave the man his flask and grabbed a

piece of cloth from my satchel. He chugged the whiskey like it was what was keeping him alive.

Amused I raised my eyebrow and shot him a look. “Water would be much better for you soldier.”

“That wouldn’t help with the pain.” He said seriously.

“Whiskey is going to dehydrate you.” I told him sternly.

“Aye, let a dying man have his whiskey.”

I started to tie up his leg, so I distracted him with a conversation.

“What’s your name

soldier?”

“It’s Jami..um You can call me um James.” He stumbled over his words.