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corner of the room, the flames just barely lit enough to keep the room warm. She looked up as the man came back in, a chrome pitcher in his hand. He set it on the table before walking back out of the room and retrieving a cup. He filled it with water and handed it to Gia.
“Drink up. I do not want you to get dehydrated on me. It will make your head spin.” Realizing that’s likely why her head hurt upon waking, Gia quickly drained the cup of liquid. Her eyes widened as thirst hit her in full, and she held the cup out for more. The man smiled at her before setting the pitcher down on the bedside table. “Help yourself to as much as you want. I can always get more from the well out back.” He gestured to his right, out a window. “That’s one thing we do not have to worry about me running out of.” He sat down in a chair next to the bed.
Once Gia had quenched her thirst, she put the cup on the table, feeling worn out once again. She learned back against the pillows. The water had eased her headache, and it seemed as though it was nearly gone. She asked again, “Who are you?”
The man shook his head. “Oh, how rude of me! I forgot that you are not a native of this town.” He bowed from his seated position, smiling up at Gia from under his lashes. “My name is Solomon Drake, miss. I am the doctor here in town. It’s why you’re in my home, instead of with the man who found you when you were injured.” He straightened back up. “And what is your name, madam?”
Gia smiled nervously at Solomon. “My name is Georgiana Fletcher, sir, but you can call me Gia.” She paused a moment before speaking again. “What do you mean, the man who ‘found’ me?”
Solomon grimaced at the memory of what Gia looked like when she came in. “The man’s name is Oscar Meddleton, and he is a farmer who lives a half mile to the north of my home. He lives next to the woods, and was taking a stroll with his youngest child and their horse to look for some sort of berry that the little one had read grows in winter. Oscar said he heard a struggle a bit off the path, and decided to investigate once it quieted down and he had sent his son back home. He found you on the ground, bleeding out from your side. You are lucky he had his h orse with him, or else he would not have been able to get you here in time.” He shook his head. “You were in bad shape. I was not sure that you would make it through the night, let alone all this time.”
Solomon stood, going over to the cloth on the table. “I am happy that you are finally able to understand me now, however. You developed an infection and a high fever soon after arriving, and you have been delirious for several weeks.” He returned to the bedside and lifted Gia’s nightgown gently, removing the bandage and cleaning the wound. He clicked his tongue. “This should have been healed by now. It is much better than it was when you got here, but all the movement you did in your sleep reopened the wound at least two or three times per day.” He leaned closer to examine it. Gia winced when he ran his thumb over the wound. He clicked his tongue again before leaving the room, returning a few moments later with a leather satchel.
Solomon pulled out a thin needle and a roll of silk thread before sitting back down, leaning in and pressing gently at the skin. He narrowed his brows when his fingers came back red. “It looked like vomiting split the suture once again.” He looked back up at Gia after threading the needle apologetically. “This is going to hurt, but the wound is small enough that it should only take three or four stitches to hold it shut.”
Gia held her breath as Solomon closed the wound, the drag of the thread against the interior of her skin bringing tears to her eyes. True to Solomon’s word, though, it was a quick job, and lasted less than a minute from start to finish before Solomon was redressing the wound with a fresh scrap of fabric. “There. All better. Now,
“Drink up. I do not want you to get dehydrated on me. It will make your head spin.” Realizing that’s likely why her head hurt upon waking, Gia quickly drained the cup of liquid. Her eyes widened as thirst hit her in full, and she held the cup out for more. The man smiled at her before setting the pitcher down on the bedside table. “Help yourself to as much as you want. I can always get more from the well out back.” He gestured to his right, out a window. “That’s one thing we do not have to worry about me running out of.” He sat down in a chair next to the bed.
Once Gia had quenched her thirst, she put the cup on the table, feeling worn out once again. She learned back against the pillows. The water had eased her headache, and it seemed as though it was nearly gone. She asked again, “Who are you?”
The man shook his head. “Oh, how rude of me! I forgot that you are not a native of this town.” He bowed from his seated position, smiling up at Gia from under his lashes. “My name is Solomon Drake, miss. I am the doctor here in town. It’s why you’re in my home, instead of with the man who found you when you were injured.” He straightened back up. “And what is your name, madam?”
Gia smiled nervously at Solomon. “My name is Georgiana Fletcher, sir, but you can call me Gia.” She paused a moment before speaking again. “What do you mean, the man who ‘found’ me?”
Solomon grimaced at the memory of what Gia looked like when she came in. “The man’s name is Oscar Meddleton, and he is a farmer who lives a half mile to the north of my home. He lives next to the woods, and was taking a stroll with his youngest child and their horse to look for some sort of berry that the little one had read grows in winter. Oscar said he heard a struggle a bit off the path, and decided to investigate once it quieted down and he had sent his son back home. He found you on the ground, bleeding out from your side. You are lucky he had his h orse with him, or else he would not have been able to get you here in time.” He shook his head. “You were in bad shape. I was not sure that you would make it through the night, let alone all this time.”
Solomon stood, going over to the cloth on the table. “I am happy that you are finally able to understand me now, however. You developed an infection and a high fever soon after arriving, and you have been delirious for several weeks.” He returned to the bedside and lifted Gia’s nightgown gently, removing the bandage and cleaning the wound. He clicked his tongue. “This should have been healed by now. It is much better than it was when you got here, but all the movement you did in your sleep reopened the wound at least two or three times per day.” He leaned closer to examine it. Gia winced when he ran his thumb over the wound. He clicked his tongue again before leaving the room, returning a few moments later with a leather satchel.
Solomon pulled out a thin needle and a roll of silk thread before sitting back down, leaning in and pressing gently at the skin. He narrowed his brows when his fingers came back red. “It looked like vomiting split the suture once again.” He looked back up at Gia after threading the needle apologetically. “This is going to hurt, but the wound is small enough that it should only take three or four stitches to hold it shut.”
Gia held her breath as Solomon closed the wound, the drag of the thread against the interior of her skin bringing tears to her eyes. True to Solomon’s word, though, it was a quick job, and lasted less than a minute from start to finish before Solomon was redressing the wound with a fresh scrap of fabric. “There. All better. Now,
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