The Fire Within - The Rescue
Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 2:06 pm
The Fire Within
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Holding the knife close to my side like Millardo had taught me, I went nearer to the sound. Every time I moved closer I heard a moan of pain and I would pause. Deciding whether to go on or flee.
Not too far inside the woods I saw the body of a horse. A man lay beside it.
As quietly as I could I went closer. I could tell he had been thrown clear when the horse fell. Judging by the way he was moving slowly, he had been unconscious when the other dead and wounded were taken away and no on had found him. His right leg and left arm were covered in blood. If the blood belonged all to him, it was a miracle he was still alive, let alone able to move and call out. By the look of his uniform, he was a officer.
I lost any fear and ran to him. He was young and handsome with unruly dark chocolate hair that was sticking to his head with sweat. His skin was pale from loss of blood. He too wore a Yankee uniform, just like her brother, Millardo.
I knelt beside him. ?Lie still and don?t move anything. Let me see how badly you?re hurt.?
It was then when he open his eyes and tried to focus on my face. My sea-blue met his deep prussian blue.
Chapter 2
?.The Rescue?
?My men?? he said in a hoarse voice.
?Your men are gone. They left you behind,? I replied while looking around, wondering what I was going to do with him.
?The horse..? he again whispered in a hoarse voice.
I looked down at him for a split second feeling pity towards him. ?Your horse is dead.? I continued to look around. Just because he was the enemy didn?t mean she was going to let him lay here and die. ?You sure picked a good place to get wounded,? I said sarcastically, ?I?m not sure if I can get you to the cabin or not.?
Gently I pulled his leg straight out to check how badly wounded the leg was. ?You might actually live with some help.?
He tried to sit up but failed miserably.
?Stop moving around before you bleed to death.? I took the knife and carefully slit his pant leg so I could I could properly cover the wound with the piece of cloth I carry around. Then I repeated to cover the wound in the arm.
I carefully looked at the soldier and realized that he was built and muscular. He seemed to be a tad bit taller than me. ?Can you hear me?? I asked. He looked so pale and fragile. I wasn?t quite certain if he was conscious or not. After a minute he nodded the best he could.
?I?m going to try and carry you to my cabin. The problem is you?re to big for me to carry so you?re going you have to help me.?
This time when he struggled to get up, I helped him and pulled him up right. I looked down and saw the bandages were holding the wound well. I braced myself as I lifted him straight up onto his feet.
Before he could fall, I slipped his good arm around my neck and balanced him. ?Can you walk? The cabin isn?t to far from here. It?s just past these woods.?
Leaning heavily on her, he managed to limp at my side. ?Too bad they didn?t leave me a short, skinny man,? I complained good-naturedly trying to boast the man?s spirit. Because of the difference in height, he towered over me by several inches. If he were to stand up straight I doubted that my head would past his shoulder.
Her determination was finally paying off when she saw the cabin through the trees. Just like my father, I was too stubborn to give up. By the time I passed the trees and crossed my yard, I was breathing heavily and aching from supporting his weight.
?Steps,? I gasped quickly, ?You have to go up three steps now.?
He gently and slowly lifted his feet. I held to him firmly. After all they had come this far. And she wasn?t going to drop him now, just because of three lousy steps.
I kicked the door open with my foot and carried him inside. I could feel him hesitating and moving backwards a little. As he was only now aware of his surroundings.
?Don?t stop now, we still have a few more feet to go.? I took him into the tiny bedroom she was to share with Landon and let him drop onto the bed. She was glad that she left the old quilt on the bed. She walked quickly to the chest and took out some old blankets. Five minutes later she finally had him between the quilt and the blankets.
?Now let me check what?s wrong with you,? she said in a gentling voice that she often use for sick children or hurt animals. She peeled off his uniform and tossed it into the corner. His chest was thick with muscles but his waist was lean. Under his pants he wore white cotton underwear, which now was soaked with blood. She cut it away above the wound and studies it for a second. ?Thank goodness the bullet went all the way through. I wouldn?t want to have to dig for it.?
She then examined the long cut on his upper left arm. ?Must have been a sword.? she concluded. For it was too long for a knife wound. He gave no sign of having heard her at all. ?You know what? I actually think you really might live after all.? Until now I hadn?t been all that sure.
I got up from kneeling and went to the pump in the kitchen. I drew water from the pump into a pail and went back to him. ?I need to get you cleaned up. I?ve seen small cuts go bad if they aren?t tended properly. So I suppose large ones are even worse.? I gently dipped a soft towel into the pail and began to sponge the wound. ?The good thing is that you stopped bleeding.?
Slowly I glanced at his face. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be unconscious. I never seen a face like his before. It was well shaped and his nose and mouth seemed to be perfect. Even his eyes had a gorgeous color to them. I blushes slightly realizing what I was saying.
Shaking my head slightly to get the thoughts out I continued talking to him, ?It seems to me they should have looked harder for you since you?re the captain. Then again I suppose your side lost. My family would be pleased with that. Especially Papa, he is as Confederate as they come.?
I paused for a second, ?Papa, what on earth is he going to say once he finds out about you.? I went back to cleaning his wounds. ?I suppose I just won?t tell him about you.? I said to assure the wounded man as much as myself. I just hoped Mama or Hilde decide to visit her anytime soon.
As I continued to wash him I couldn?t help realize how muscular he was. Even in a relax state of being, his muscles were strong and firm. Even his hands seemed strong and firm. And they were probably dangerous to.
I wondered if Papa would shoot a man in his condition. Shaking my head gently I decided to go against telling him. After working so hard to save him, I wasn?t about to let him die on me by my father.
Finally I decided to cut off his underwear as well. There was no way I could clean him properly with those on. Once I completely my task, I covered him up with another blanket, shaking my head from the image I just saw.
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It took me awhile before I had completely bandaging him, but once the task was done I pulled another blanket over him and bend down to whisper into his ear, ?I?ll be back. I have some cleaning and butchering to do,? I pulled back and watched him sleep. He looked so relax and clam. Considering the condition he was in. I smiled softly and whispered, ?Sleep tight because I won?t have you die out on me.?
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Although I was still tired, I had work that needed to be accomplish. Looking back, a thought enter my mind. Can I really pull this off? Can I really help a Union soldier recover without my family or anyone from the village from finding out?
Smiling to myself, I turned back around and walked to the meat I had gathered from the field. ?It?s a worth a try.? I whispered. Then I laughed out loud and started to hum a tune my mother taught me when I was younger.
?After all, what do I have to lose or gain??
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Author?s Notes:
Okay finally I got another chapter up. However, it's going to take me awhile before I can get another one up. Sorry everyone, ill try to get one up before the month is over. Key word is trying. lols I'm doing all this volunteering so it's been hard for me to find time to type a chapter up.
I want to say thank you for all those who reviewed and I hope you enjoy this chapter. And sorry once again for having it being short. lols, there wasn't much more I wanted to put in the chapter so it ended up being short.
Please review and tell me what you think!!!
Last Chapter:
Holding the knife close to my side like Millardo had taught me, I went nearer to the sound. Every time I moved closer I heard a moan of pain and I would pause. Deciding whether to go on or flee.
Not too far inside the woods I saw the body of a horse. A man lay beside it.
As quietly as I could I went closer. I could tell he had been thrown clear when the horse fell. Judging by the way he was moving slowly, he had been unconscious when the other dead and wounded were taken away and no on had found him. His right leg and left arm were covered in blood. If the blood belonged all to him, it was a miracle he was still alive, let alone able to move and call out. By the look of his uniform, he was a officer.
I lost any fear and ran to him. He was young and handsome with unruly dark chocolate hair that was sticking to his head with sweat. His skin was pale from loss of blood. He too wore a Yankee uniform, just like her brother, Millardo.
I knelt beside him. ?Lie still and don?t move anything. Let me see how badly you?re hurt.?
It was then when he open his eyes and tried to focus on my face. My sea-blue met his deep prussian blue.
Chapter 2
?.The Rescue?
?My men?? he said in a hoarse voice.
?Your men are gone. They left you behind,? I replied while looking around, wondering what I was going to do with him.
?The horse..? he again whispered in a hoarse voice.
I looked down at him for a split second feeling pity towards him. ?Your horse is dead.? I continued to look around. Just because he was the enemy didn?t mean she was going to let him lay here and die. ?You sure picked a good place to get wounded,? I said sarcastically, ?I?m not sure if I can get you to the cabin or not.?
Gently I pulled his leg straight out to check how badly wounded the leg was. ?You might actually live with some help.?
He tried to sit up but failed miserably.
?Stop moving around before you bleed to death.? I took the knife and carefully slit his pant leg so I could I could properly cover the wound with the piece of cloth I carry around. Then I repeated to cover the wound in the arm.
I carefully looked at the soldier and realized that he was built and muscular. He seemed to be a tad bit taller than me. ?Can you hear me?? I asked. He looked so pale and fragile. I wasn?t quite certain if he was conscious or not. After a minute he nodded the best he could.
?I?m going to try and carry you to my cabin. The problem is you?re to big for me to carry so you?re going you have to help me.?
This time when he struggled to get up, I helped him and pulled him up right. I looked down and saw the bandages were holding the wound well. I braced myself as I lifted him straight up onto his feet.
Before he could fall, I slipped his good arm around my neck and balanced him. ?Can you walk? The cabin isn?t to far from here. It?s just past these woods.?
Leaning heavily on her, he managed to limp at my side. ?Too bad they didn?t leave me a short, skinny man,? I complained good-naturedly trying to boast the man?s spirit. Because of the difference in height, he towered over me by several inches. If he were to stand up straight I doubted that my head would past his shoulder.
Her determination was finally paying off when she saw the cabin through the trees. Just like my father, I was too stubborn to give up. By the time I passed the trees and crossed my yard, I was breathing heavily and aching from supporting his weight.
?Steps,? I gasped quickly, ?You have to go up three steps now.?
He gently and slowly lifted his feet. I held to him firmly. After all they had come this far. And she wasn?t going to drop him now, just because of three lousy steps.
I kicked the door open with my foot and carried him inside. I could feel him hesitating and moving backwards a little. As he was only now aware of his surroundings.
?Don?t stop now, we still have a few more feet to go.? I took him into the tiny bedroom she was to share with Landon and let him drop onto the bed. She was glad that she left the old quilt on the bed. She walked quickly to the chest and took out some old blankets. Five minutes later she finally had him between the quilt and the blankets.
?Now let me check what?s wrong with you,? she said in a gentling voice that she often use for sick children or hurt animals. She peeled off his uniform and tossed it into the corner. His chest was thick with muscles but his waist was lean. Under his pants he wore white cotton underwear, which now was soaked with blood. She cut it away above the wound and studies it for a second. ?Thank goodness the bullet went all the way through. I wouldn?t want to have to dig for it.?
She then examined the long cut on his upper left arm. ?Must have been a sword.? she concluded. For it was too long for a knife wound. He gave no sign of having heard her at all. ?You know what? I actually think you really might live after all.? Until now I hadn?t been all that sure.
I got up from kneeling and went to the pump in the kitchen. I drew water from the pump into a pail and went back to him. ?I need to get you cleaned up. I?ve seen small cuts go bad if they aren?t tended properly. So I suppose large ones are even worse.? I gently dipped a soft towel into the pail and began to sponge the wound. ?The good thing is that you stopped bleeding.?
Slowly I glanced at his face. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be unconscious. I never seen a face like his before. It was well shaped and his nose and mouth seemed to be perfect. Even his eyes had a gorgeous color to them. I blushes slightly realizing what I was saying.
Shaking my head slightly to get the thoughts out I continued talking to him, ?It seems to me they should have looked harder for you since you?re the captain. Then again I suppose your side lost. My family would be pleased with that. Especially Papa, he is as Confederate as they come.?
I paused for a second, ?Papa, what on earth is he going to say once he finds out about you.? I went back to cleaning his wounds. ?I suppose I just won?t tell him about you.? I said to assure the wounded man as much as myself. I just hoped Mama or Hilde decide to visit her anytime soon.
As I continued to wash him I couldn?t help realize how muscular he was. Even in a relax state of being, his muscles were strong and firm. Even his hands seemed strong and firm. And they were probably dangerous to.
I wondered if Papa would shoot a man in his condition. Shaking my head gently I decided to go against telling him. After working so hard to save him, I wasn?t about to let him die on me by my father.
Finally I decided to cut off his underwear as well. There was no way I could clean him properly with those on. Once I completely my task, I covered him up with another blanket, shaking my head from the image I just saw.
????????????.....................................................................
It took me awhile before I had completely bandaging him, but once the task was done I pulled another blanket over him and bend down to whisper into his ear, ?I?ll be back. I have some cleaning and butchering to do,? I pulled back and watched him sleep. He looked so relax and clam. Considering the condition he was in. I smiled softly and whispered, ?Sleep tight because I won?t have you die out on me.?
????????????.................................................................
Although I was still tired, I had work that needed to be accomplish. Looking back, a thought enter my mind. Can I really pull this off? Can I really help a Union soldier recover without my family or anyone from the village from finding out?
Smiling to myself, I turned back around and walked to the meat I had gathered from the field. ?It?s a worth a try.? I whispered. Then I laughed out loud and started to hum a tune my mother taught me when I was younger.
?After all, what do I have to lose or gain??
????????????......................................................................
Author?s Notes:
Okay finally I got another chapter up. However, it's going to take me awhile before I can get another one up. Sorry everyone, ill try to get one up before the month is over. Key word is trying. lols I'm doing all this volunteering so it's been hard for me to find time to type a chapter up.
I want to say thank you for all those who reviewed and I hope you enjoy this chapter. And sorry once again for having it being short. lols, there wasn't much more I wanted to put in the chapter so it ended up being short.
Please review and tell me what you think!!!
Elyn Yuy
.anyways, keep it up!!....This is getting really interesting and I wanna know more...update soon!!!! 
hope to read more and i cant wait till Heero finally wakes up and realizes what goin on....mawhahaha!!!!!!