The First Patient
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The first military conference had been concluded perfectly along with the first inpatient for the infirmary and this was achieved before the end of the first year in Gracehaven.
Everything must have a first in everything and according to Old Kayla, our first newborn would be somewhere in the coming springtime. What a way to welcome in the new year! Hahaha.
So as we watched the hobbling Firestone that was ushered by Old Kayla and Isabela back to the infirmary, we were hoping for the best in our first human subject that involved with someone that was close to us.
Unlike Marcel's Wildest imagination, if the process is a success, no, ONCE the process is a success, there won't be a pair of chicken leg in replace of a normal human healthy leg at all.
After the table was cleared and the balance of the log cake was being gobbled up by Heather and some of the pioneers, we went over to the infirmary to see how things were.
Firestone was put up on a bed (yes, it's his first bed in Gracehaven) near the nurses' station where he had into a pair of a long once piece hospital garb that was made from light blue linen cloth and was fairly loose and not tight-fitting.
The hospital garb looked like long nightwear after all and was fashioned courtesy of Gracehaven's First Tailor and Loom. Besides the loom had ceased its operations for now and concentrated on tailoring instead.
There were 12 beds altogether in the small infirmary and there was sufficient hospital garb to go around in case of emergencies. A small portable folding curtain was set aside for every bed in case there would be a female patient they need changing and some privacy.
"How are you feeling, Firestone? Don't worry... You won't be out under any surgical blade burn I think Isabela here would brief you slightly." I motioned for Firestone and from the looks of his face, he was certain that whatever we did for him would be for the better.
"Don't worry Mister Firestone. What we would do is to clean the stump where your leg was. And then we would encase it with bandages. It would be best to lie down still in bed and if you need to relief yourself, the nurses at the station would be glad to assist you."
"For the whole duration of this process, we would need you to inform us of your findings so we would update it in our very first inpatient case file. The note takings would be done by Her Majesty and I would be here at least 3 times a day to imbue the special abilities in your leg."
Upon hearing the comforting words coming from a teenager, Firestone can't help but shed tears of joy since he longed for a good pair of legs so he would be able to lift his daughter up and spin around with her just like a ballerina.
But all hopes were dashed when his leg was crushed by the darn wagon's wheels at the accident site.
Right now, his hopes and dreams were rekindled once again and even though his daughter is well past her age to be lifted and thrown in the air, at least he would have a better life ahead with his loved ones.
Firestone held Isabela's hands and softly said to her, "I am fully under your responsibility, dear child. Do what you may and I would cooperate as much as possible." He carved his best smile ever and this made Isabela blush once again.
Old Kayla suddenly clapped her hands together and suddenly announced, "All right... That's all for the evening. Our patient needs to rest and please come back again the next day between dawn to dusk. Don't worry about our patient for he would have his 3 square meals. Thank you and God Speed..."
With that Old Kayla shooed everyone out from the infirmary while she and a few nurses busied themselves to prepare for the initial process to be in place. Besides, Isabela needs the utmost attention since this is her first time dealing with a human test subject.
She wouldn't want to make a mistake of fixing a leg in the opposite manner, would she?
Farah and the rest were walking up ahead when she voiced her worries. "Would my Daddy be alright? I mean would Isabela able to sprout a new pair of leg in replace of the one that was amputated? Furthermore, a chicken leg takes about 2 days to regenerate but a human leg would take some time, right?"
Wendy, Earl and Walter consoled Farah and just to place her faith with Isabela as well as the Lord's. "We humans create a path while our Lord decides on our destiny."
"That's true, my dear brothers and sisters. I'm hoping for the very best of the outcome. I am sure this won't be for the first process once Isabela pulled it off, don't you think so?"
Farah was feeling hopeful and so do I since if Firestone was able to have his leg regenerated, the rest of the militia invalids would be next in line. A plan hatched on my head and everyone could see a light bright over my head.
I pulled Eagle sideways and conferred with him my ideas. "If Firestone is fine, we could work on the militia invalids and conscript them into the garrisons to make up the numbers."
"Then, we could get Marcel to spread the word to pool all the militia invalids from 15 towns into our population. It would be up to them to be drafted into conscripts or as workers. Besides if 1 town provides us with 10 militia invalids, we would have an increase of 150 new inductees within the population."
"Of course we won't be telling them what we are going to offer but to just use a smokescreen instead. We could just tell those militia invalids that we offer a second chance in their lives and livelihood."
"That's a pretty good idea, Your Majesty. Second chance to improve their lives and livelihood. Besides we could perform them in batches and to initially perform the process on our very own militia invalids first before we seek from external sources."
"That's true, Bishop... We should take care of our own first before we seek from others elsewhere. I guess it would be after winter time where we would be gathering those military invalids by their numbers from each of the 15 towns."
"That would be ideal, Your Majesty. Too many at one time would not be too healthy and we would be faced with poor mismanagement. Take things slow one step at a time and we would achieve what we planned for."
Heather took note of our conversation and would be recording them into our journals for record-keeping. Besides, the idea of helping the militia invalids and drafting them into the garrison or military force would be a terrifically great idea.
The Priests and Priestesses made their way back to their own residential houses across the river Bank while we returned back to our domain. Since the night was rather early, some of the pioneers went to the Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon to get some supper.
Heather and I set aside our journals and confided with one another on the happenings of today and to record them according to in the journals. After we had settled all the tasks that need to be cleared, we packed our journals and went straight upstairs.
I sat on the balcony and watched the night activities that unfolded before me. With Farah's assistance, the streets around Gracehaven would never be dim again as the incandescent type of lighting would never go out in the next coming years.
There were still children running around the playground where screams and laughter broke the silence of the night once ever so often when they broke into a run, chasing the blown-up pig's bladder or sliding down the slides.
Very soon, this little town would have a full-fledged military garrison that would be utilised not only to guard our perimeters but also for future land acquisition by force.
The thought is there and the idea might be in place in the next few months for sure.
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