Sister Mary was desperate to get out of the stifling hospital room. Even as she ran towards the herb garden, the wind ripping through her clothes, she could still feel the heavily clinging scents of burned flesh, torn tissue, and blood.
Bartholomew, the Manor's gardener, was there, on his knees, weeding.
Sister Mary felt a wave of regret wash through her at the site of his stooped shoulders. She'd really given him a piece of her mind (a nasty piece!) earlier, right after she'd hired that lovely red-head, Ruby. Now she wasn't so sure she could even remember why she'd been angry at her old friend.
"Bartholomew, I need aloe. A lot of aloe. And mint," she said desperately. She wanted to say more things to the old man, not the least of which would be a nice long apology. But Agnes had barked at her to get the aloe - and that one... Being... the one with the familiar yellowish eyes - well, he wasn't looking so well when she'd left.
The old man handed her a bunch of mint and a good armful of long green thick stalks of what she assumed were aloe plants.
Sister Mary couldn't meet his eyes.
Roughened fingers just under her chin tilted her face upwards where she found a lovely old grin waiting for her. She smiled back.
"I'll talk to you later," she whispered.
Then she turned and ran back to hospital wing, careful not to drop any of the precious herbs.
The scene was much the same as she'd left it. Agnes was still (thankfully) in charge. That young blond man looked nauseous but seemed to be following her orders. And Dr. Alabaster... well, Sister Mary wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. But at least he seemed to be focused on the two patients....
And those two.
Well, the one with the yellowish eyes was now somewhat covered. She supposed that was some sort of improvement.
Quietly, she dropped the plants and herbs next to the sink. She quickly rinsed everything off and then brought them before Agnes. She was anxious not to think again. She just wanted to do what was needed...
"Oh!" she blurted. "I have rooms for you two."
She thought the blond one might have given her a somewhat startled look before passing out again. She didn't let that deter her.
"I have a wonderful set of rooms not too far from here - really, just down the hall from Dr. Alabaster here," she said, her words coming at a rush.
"I can give you a good rate, too, since it seems you'll both be with us for a while," she said, gagging towards the end, when it seemed clear to her that Agnes wanted her to rub some aloe concoction into the yellow-eyed one's burnt flesh.
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Date: 2005-08-11 06:58 am (UTC)Bartholomew, the Manor's gardener, was there, on his knees, weeding.
Sister Mary felt a wave of regret wash through her at the site of his stooped shoulders. She'd really given him a piece of her mind (a nasty piece!) earlier, right after she'd hired that lovely red-head, Ruby. Now she wasn't so sure she could even remember why she'd been angry at her old friend.
"Bartholomew, I need aloe. A lot of aloe. And mint," she said desperately. She wanted to say more things to the old man, not the least of which would be a nice long apology. But Agnes had barked at her to get the aloe - and that one... Being... the one with the familiar yellowish eyes - well, he wasn't looking so well when she'd left.
The old man handed her a bunch of mint and a good armful of long green thick stalks of what she assumed were aloe plants.
Sister Mary couldn't meet his eyes.
Roughened fingers just under her chin tilted her face upwards where she found a lovely old grin waiting for her. She smiled back.
"I'll talk to you later," she whispered.
Then she turned and ran back to hospital wing, careful not to drop any of the precious herbs.
The scene was much the same as she'd left it. Agnes was still (thankfully) in charge. That young blond man looked nauseous but seemed to be following her orders. And Dr. Alabaster... well, Sister Mary wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. But at least he seemed to be focused on the two patients....
And those two.
Well, the one with the yellowish eyes was now somewhat covered. She supposed that was some sort of improvement.
Quietly, she dropped the plants and herbs next to the sink. She quickly rinsed everything off and then brought them before Agnes. She was anxious not to think again. She just wanted to do what was needed...
"Oh!" she blurted. "I have rooms for you two."
She thought the blond one might have given her a somewhat startled look before passing out again. She didn't let that deter her.
"I have a wonderful set of rooms not too far from here - really, just down the hall from Dr. Alabaster here," she said, her words coming at a rush.
"I can give you a good rate, too, since it seems you'll both be with us for a while," she said, gagging towards the end, when it seemed clear to her that Agnes wanted her to rub some aloe concoction into the yellow-eyed one's burnt flesh.