(Amaya)
I was in a deep sleep when someone shook my shoulder. I grumbled and rolled over, ignoring them.
“Come on, girl, wake up.” Abigail urged sternly.
“What’s going on,” I asked as I sat up to look at her rubbing my eyes. She had a look of worry on her face as she looked behind her. I leaned to look behind her. Two men were carrying Samuel into the cottage. He looked badly injured, his leg was sitting at a funny angle, and he had cuts all over blood soaked his clothing.
“I need your help, granddaughter.”
I nodded "y... yeah" I replied as I quickly stood. Abigail directed them to put Samuel in a small room off the side of the cottage that she used for her patients. I followed behind them, watching closely.
“What happened?” I asked, looking closer at the broken leg and the cuts and
