well. I was panicked; it wasn’t anything like what I had gone through that night at the hospital. This was something different and I hadn’t the slightest clue what to do.
“ It’s bad isn’t it?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she opened her eyes to me.
“ Uh... No.” I lied. She smirked as rolled her head to the side once more, allowing it to rest on the window next to her.
“ You’re a terrible liar.” I started the engine and pulled onto the road like a man possessed. I didn’t know where I was going or if a doctor could even help her but after last night’s encounter I wasn’t about to lose her to something like this, something that was so comparatively small.
As I made my way down narrow side streets and onto the main road I didn’t have time to notice anything about my surroundings other than the apparent lack of a hospital. I saw a line of stores to my right and decided I better ask someone. I pulled the old girl up to the curb outside of what looked like a drugstore, not even bothering to correct my horrid parking job before I killed the engine and turned to Cordillia.
“ I’ll be right back.” She nodded softly and with that I jumped out of the truck, slammed the door behind me and ran into the drugstore. It was small and as I pulled open the glass door the smell of alcohol and sterility filled my senses. There was no one behind the counter and I felt myself growing frantic and impatient as I peered around the back.
“ Hello?” I called as I smacked my fist onto the counter. “Hello!?” I nearly screamed. A young man came out of a backroom. He couldn’t have been out of his early twenties, his short round face carried a smile that could melt ice and in all honesty I really wished I had more time to enjoy his apparent kindness. He met my eyes and his smile quickly changed to concern.
“ Can I help you?” He asked as he bent down to place a small white bag behind the counter.
“ My sister, she’s really sick.” I explained frantically. He nodded as he listened to me. “She’s running a fever. There’s an infection in her shoulder. I really think she needs a doctor.” A smile crossed his lips as his posture began to relax.
“ There is no need to worry sir.” He tried to assure me. “I’m sure it’s nothing, I see family overreact about this kind of thing all the time.” He paused for a moment to think. “We have peroxide and a lot of over the counter pain killers…”
“ That’s not going to do it.” I cut him off sharply. “It’s bad, really bad.” His face didn’t change and in that moment I could tell he wasn’t going to believe me. I turned and stomped out of the small drugstore and back to the truck. I didn’t want to do this but I knew there was no other way to convince him.
I opened the passenger door and helped Cordillia to her feet.
“ What? Where are we going?” She groaned as she leaned her head against my chest. I picked her up and carried her into the store, her arms rested across her stomach and her head bent back as I ducked through the front door and laid her down on the counter.
The small man’s face immediately went white, his expression mirroring the horror and concern that I felt. She had gotten worse since I first came into the tiny store and it wasn’t until I looked down that I realized the redness in her arm had spread down to her wrist, the wound itself had become putrid and sickly and it was all I had not to drag him over the counter in a panic..
“ Peroxide isn’t going to do it.” I pleaded with him desperately. “I need a doctor PLEASE.” My breath grew short and I bordered on tears as I waited for him to reply.
“ Outside of town.” Was all he could muster as he shook his head. “You could drive there, I could give you instructions.” He stammered as he lifted his eyes to meet my gaze.