Romance
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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her heart leapt. Well, this may be a dream, but at least here she could help. Lena elbowed her way in tow what she expected to be a grisly scene. The room adjacent to the parlor, the dining room had been turned into a makeshift operating room. The doctor, the man who'd scowled at her earlier, leaned over a patient without a mask. Blood spattered his clothing, and he screamed at two other soldiers to hold down the flailing man on the table, instincts kicking in. She rushed to aside, prying back the patient's eyelids. Lena shook her head. He is not properly sedated. You'll have to send him fully under if you have any hope of completing. She glanced at the bloody stump. The doctor had been sawing on. Completing that amputation. She narrowed her eyes, and it seems you did not properly lie. Gate a vein, which would account for the profuse bleeding. The doctor stared at her in astonishment. You better hurry before he bleeds out. The doctor, his eyes wide above his beard, gaped at her. Who is this woman? She ignored him. Do you at least have chloroform? If memory serves me right, you should have some basics in this time he sputtered. Look here, woman I have already administered. You haven't administered enough. Now are you going to continue to argue with me? Or would you like me to help you keep this man from dying? Not bothering to wait for his reply, she turned to a teen holding down the patient. You dose another rag and hold it over his mouth. The boy glanced that the doctor, but did, as she said in a moment, the patient cease twitching and lay still. I need anti microbial soap gloves, scrubs, and they had no idea what any of that Waas Lena shook her head and started over. Someone get me an apron and something to wash my hands with. Peggy shouted something from behind the men crowding the door, and in a moment Lena was presented with clouded water and a sliver of lye soap. Lena wasted no time scrubbing her hands and arms, muttering to herself about the lack of sanitation. But at least she'd washed her hands. She had doubts the surgeon had done the same. She turned back to him with her head held high. I am prepared to assist you doctor Caleb said his jaw against the anger. Seething to break free. She mocked him. You think? Me a fool? Disappointment flicked in her eyes as though she'd actually thought he would believe such an outrageous fabrication. Did she truly think him witless? Because he could see her with only one eye? You asked for the truth. I gave it. It's not up to me if you believe it. The words graded across him, tearing open 1/2 scabbed over wound. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. Who are you? Why speak those words? What? Her eyes widened and she whipped her arm around instantly breaking his hold. She stepped back away from him. Wary? Who told you to speak those words? Who do you know? She slowly ease closer to the door, her chest rising and falling quickly. You're crazy! You asked for the truth. I gave it to you. I know it sounds insane. Believe me, I dio. But I can't help it. He moved closer again, his lip twitching. You came here seeking me out. He told you to say those words. Where is he? He who do not play games. He reached for her again. but she darted around him, tripping on her skirts and nearly falling to the ground. She righted herself and snatched her gown clear above her knees, exposing long, slender legs and smooth thighs. The suddenness of the site stopped his thrust forward. She slipped through the door and slammed it behind her vexing woman. She'd plan that. He yanked the door back open, and his quick strides carried him through the upper hall, even as her shorter ones bounded away like a doe.