Shadowsoul by J. D. Evergreen

Author:J. D. Evergreen [Evergreen, J. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.D Evergreen
Published: 2018-07-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The people.

Injured rebels lay on mats, or sit propped up against walls. Most of them injured from the rampaging beasts and a separate cave in from ours near the east wing. Uninjured people do their best to provide medical attention to those in need, while those unskilled in healing give water or comfort others.

Lexa stands in the entryway, and the whole room stops to look at her. I can see relief and joy in many faces. Lexa doesn’t say a word. Slowly she raises her hand, so her closed right fist rests on her heart. Everyone in the room repeats the action.

Lexa nods and the room resumes its soft noises. Lexa takes in a slow breath, and I can see the effort it takes her not to show how hurt she is. I don’t understand what I have just witnessed, and I am unsure if I am allowed to ask.

Lexa moves to the nearest injured rebel and assists with bandaging a nasty arm wound. Many people approach her, and she continues her work as she speaks to each of them. It is easy to see how important Lexa is to them, and in return how important they are to her. I find myself enthralled by the respect and attention Lexa gives to each and every person. I watch her work for far too long. I look away and meet the eyes of an old woman, who gives me a knowing smile and my cheeks heat up. I should be helping.

A small boy around eight slides up to stand beside me and ghosts my movements as I approach a wall with a line of woven baskets set alongside it.

I turn to face him. “What are you up too?”

The boy’s cheeks turn bright red and he splutters out. “Can I help you?”

I raise my eyebrow. “That depends. Do you have a name?”

The boy nods his head eagerly. “My names Lewi.”

I nod. “Nice to meet you Lewi. Do you think you can remember the things I show you?”

Lewi puffs his chest out with pride. “I am very good at remembering what I have seen and heard. All the adults say so.”

I smile at his bravado. “Well Lewi, we have some people to help.” With that

I flip the woven lid of the closest and find it filled with medical supplies. I take the hamper over to the nearest wounded person and assist, as best as I can. Lewi shadows my every movement and watches intently. I’m not as good at this as my mother would have been. But seasons of having my own wounds treated has given me a basic knowledge of what needs to be done to make most people comfortable.

I spend hours treating the wounded and Lewi learns quickly. So many people are severely injured from cave-ins or run-ins with the beast, apparently the second beast found its way into a mess hall during meal time. I shudder as my mind imagines the panic that must have taken place in that room.

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