Robin Bayne by The Will of Time

Author:The Will of Time [Time, The Will of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-05-15T12:16:09+00:00

Martha and Hettie were up with the sun, bubbling around the house as if they were drops of water the sun had set to boiling. In and out of Brant’s sick room, they seemed pleased with their handiwork of the night before. The shoulder wound had been superficial, just a nick, and likely to heal quickly without complications.

The thigh wound was deeper, but still not the worse she’d ever seen, Martha had declared. As long as the fever didn’t set in, which was Martha’s understanding of the symptom rather than the cause, Brant should regain his health and walking ability, eventually. In the meantime, Patrick was working on a wooden crutch for Brant to lean on during recuperation.

Leia watched the women change the dressings, hanging back as they fussed over their patient. Brant was awake and aware, and keeping the pain he felt in check. Mary Katherine brought a broth of chicken, trying to feed Brant a few spoonfuls. Unfortunately, the bed covers sopped up more of the nourishment than the patient.

Brant glanced her way from time to time, but Leia was not sure if he was pleased or irritated to see her there. She knew the glassiness in his brown eyes was a reflection of physical pain. With a warning to Leia not to upset the patient, as if were a small child, the three nursing musketeers left the room. The heat of the day was full by then, and the humidity swelled through the room like a damp, sticky cloud. Beads of perspiration broke out on Brant’s brow, and his forehead grew shiny. Leia moved to mop it, and saw him watching her. Their gazes locked for just a second, and Leia was certain she felt a spark. The static receded quickly, and Leia turned away.

Her thoughts ran through their last encounter. How happy she’d been to share her feelings for him, and how quick he had been to send her away. It was all a misunderstanding, which she’d been certain they would have time to straighten out, but now he could die. What if she never got a second chance to tell him? Or what if she did, and he rejected her again?

Leia turned back toward the bed, determined to read whatever emotion was in those dark chocolate eyes beyond the pain. She hoped for just a clue, but when her gaze set on his face, Brant was asleep.

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