Treating Him
977 Words
Aria huffed as she set down the long wooden board she had been dragging. She stood straight and wiped her forehead, which was covered with sweat.
Her eyes then went to the person lying on the wooden board.
She had checked. He was still breathing, though mild, but it was there. His body had started to get cold so she needed to do everything fast.
She knew that she couldn't disturb his wound at all with that sharp thing still stuck there. So she had to go down the hill, take back the wooden board set on her grandma's old bed and then come back to him.
Now she was using that wooden board to take him down the hill to her hut where she would be able to treat him.
Aria took a deep breath after this short rest, as if readying herself to start again. Then she continued dragging the man slowly down the hill. Fortunately, she was completely familiar with the hill, otherwise it was not an easy task dragging someone down the hill like this...especially such a bulky person like him.
She pouted as she glanced at his body again.
Why was he so tall and so heavy?
If only he was like her, she would have it a little easier.
But there was no option right now. Aria continued her work holding her grumblings inside her.
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Aria rubbed her arms when she was finally inside the hut.
Her face was completely red, and she was surprised that she was sweating in winter. The sun that had felt soothing before, now felt harsh suddenly when she was down the hill. But she didn't have the time to think about all this.
Putting the wooden board in the open space of her hut, Aria started to treat the person.
It took her time. She first had to remove her upper clothes. Her face went red as she remembered that it was a bad thing to remove clothes in front of some other living being. It was something told her by her grandmother.
So she tried her best to look at only the wounded area. Yet, the difference she saw in his body and in hers amazed Aria.
His chest was so hard unlike hers.
She blinked furiously to look away and then focused on her work.
She looked at the stuck thing in his chest. She then went to her grandmother's room. It had been long since she stepped inside her grandmother's room. At this moment, however, she had no choice.
Aria didn't even look around when she opened the door. Everything was placed as it is. She walked straight to the wooden shelf where a few bottles were placed.
The bottles had a sweet liquid. Her grandmother used to call it alcohol. She used to make it with fruit and Aria loved it.
She also remembered that alcohol could be used to clean wounds. Aria took a bottle, a needle, thread and a blanket and then left the room.
Coming back to the unconscious person, she sat beside him and started cleaning the wound gently.
A few moments later, she slowly took out the sharp metal stuck inside his chest. Blood seeped out furiously. As much as the sight made her feel dizzy, she immediately put her hand on the wound and closed her eyes.
Her lips parted, and she whispered something again and again.
The blood stopped eventually and the wound now looked like an open but deep cut. When Aria opened her eyes, her face was pale and her forehead was covered with sweat. She suddenly looked very weak, but she knew she couldn't rest yet.
She picked up the needle and thread from the nearby table and then started to sew the cut. After a few moments, she was finally done.
She cleaned the blood that had seeped out and finally got up from there after covering him properly so that he wouldn't feel cold.
Holding the walls, she somehow walked back to her room. Once on her bed, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
She needed a lot of rest to restore her energy.
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(Two days later)
It was nighttime.
The cold wind blew outside the hut. From the way, the clouds thundered, it seemed as if it would rain. Hence, the night was colder.
The hut was completely silent.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed and Aria had still not woken up. The person lying in her courtyard, however, finally showed some movement.
The closed eyes opened slowly, and he seemed completely confused for the first few moments. A frown marred his forehead as he tried to interpret his surroundings and because of the pain he felt in his chest.
A few moments passed as the man looked around and then slowly tried to get up. Removing the blanket that covered him,
There was pain in his chest and his whole body, but he endured and sat up. He breathed heavily, sitting in the same position. Then he looked at the wooden board he had been lying on calmly.
A moment later, he stood up somehow and looked around more.
It was a small hut.
Was he still in Ulrik? The man wondered.
With very slow steps, he walked towards a door but when he opened it, there was no one inside it.
The man closed the door and then walked to another door which was just beside that door.
He opened it slowly, expecting someone to be there. But when he didn't see anyone inside, he frowned again.
He was about to close the door but just then a small lump on the bed moved slowly, and he finally saw someone.
It was just he had not expected to see what he saw.
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