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gently on the large couch that faced the front
window. I took a quick look around as I stood back up; everything
was wooden except for the small ornate rugs that decorated the
place here and there. There were pictures on the wall of what I
could only assume were his family and a fish tank hummed quietly
from the corner of the room. Cordillia would love that, I thought
to myself. I couldn’t wait to see what she thought when she woke up
and for the time being at least I had that hope to get me
through.
     
    “ Please God let her be
okay .” I prayed as I stepped back and
watched over her nearly lifeless body with a deep sense of
worry.
     
    I heard the two men whispering behind
me, I couldn’t make it out but as I turned I saw the younger man
whispering into the old man’s ear again. The doctor nodded a few
times and finally asked “And the other one?” he whispered in a
raspy but sweet voice. The young man shook his head.
     
    “ I don’t think so,” he
responded quietly. As soon as they noticed I was listening the
older man met my eyes.
     
    “ You can go back to work
now, Marcus,” the doctor spoke in a deep voice that was as
typically native as you can get. “I will call you to bring the
young man’s truck back.” Marcus held his hand out to me and asked
politely for the keys. I didn’t feel right handing them over,
especially since I didn’t know how long I was going to be out here.
Reluctantly I did and no sooner than that did he turn and leave. A
long silence passed and I heard his car pull out of the driveway as
the older man walked over to Cordillia.
     
    He knelt down next to her and placed a
hand on her forehead. He began humming something as he closed his
eyes. It was old, I could feel that much, probably much older than
even himself. As he looked her over the song never stopped. It was
haunting, beautiful even. I closed my eyes and listened.
     
    “ You were right about the
infection,” he spoke, his voice much closer than I had expected. I
opened my eyes and there I was face to face with the man I trusted
her life to. “You were also right not to go to a doctor. There
medicine is all wrong.” I wondered at this and went to ask him what
he meant but before I could speak he wandered over to a small
kitchen that sat at the right.
     
    There was no wall dividing us so I
just stood there watching him as he worked. He pulled a small glass
bowl from a cupboard above him and walked over to the stove. I
could see him pouring a sweet smelling green liquid from a pot into
it and he met my gaze briefly before returning to the task at hand.
Watching him move so fluidly and so sure of himself I wondered if
he hadn’t done this a thousand times before.
     
    “ Your doctors treat every
sickness like it is the same.” He began. “Just because the symptom
is the same doesn’t mean the treatment is.” He grabbed a white rag
and walked back over to the couch, kneeling down next to her with a
groan and I could hear the bones in his hips creak as he touched
the floor. He dunked the rag into the liquid and began to dab at
her wound.
     
    “ What did you mean by
that?” I asked as I moved to sit next to them.
     
    “ A sickness like your
sisters is not the same as any other.” He began to explain. “A
doctor would see just another infection. He would probably give her
an antibiotic but this is not biological.” I was
puzzled.
     
    “ But that doesn’t make any
sense.” I questioned him as he worked. “Of course it’s biological,
isn’t that what an infection it?” He shook his head gingerly as a
smile curled his lips.
     
    “ The creature that gave
her this wound,” He started as his eyes flicked quickly to me. “It
was black, almost pitch.”
     
    “ How did you know that?”
His smile widened.
     
    “ He would have been angry
and for something trivial or for no reason at all.” I stared down
at him in disbelief. “They almost always are.” He added quietly as
he re soaked the rag and