Untitled, Yet Awesome

She stood in full battle armor looking over the cots in the midwifery, several of them full of women of various ages and in various stages of discomfort and care.Several apprentices rushed around with water, filling the large glass jars each of the women held by dipping from large buckets.One of the women clung to her jar, waiting for the tincture to be finished before she leaned over it to drink, unable to hold herself up out of pain and exhaustion.The bed next to her was empty, unlike the two before her and the three beds following held women in similar positions.The youngest of the women rushing about emptied a small pouch of powder into the large glass and gave it to one of the younger women, the daughter of the Lord, who was lying next to her mother who appeared to be in a similar situation.

A sudden cry brought her head back around as one of the women twisted in agony, the bed sheets soaking up blood that flowed too heavily to be healthy and soaked through the mattress to the floor where it dripped and spattered unevenly.Several of the women tending rushed forward, taking her arms and legs as the midwife dropped the tincture she was administering and scurried to the bedside of the woman crying and moaning balefully.

The low light of the fading candles glinted dully off of the armor as she turned, taking off her helmet and letting the few long strands of white hair that had pulled free of the tight braids coiled around the back of her head free, most of them sticking to the sides of her face in the sweat that gave her a sheen over pallid skin.Years of military training had taught her to keep her composure, but she was shaking slightly as she gripped her helmet tight to her side and waited for the others to be tended.They were obviously in worse condition than she, especially the woman who had passed into unconsciousness from blood loss and strain.All the herbs and tinctures in the world couldn’t save her child and she might also have lost her life.

Sweat beaded anew over her forehead, the heat of the day and the bodies packed into the small room not quite enough to make her sweat that heavily.Her vision swam and she leaned against the desk to her side, hand resting over the polished edge before one of the girls noticed her.

“General Staedler.How can I help you?”

She blinked and tried to offer a reassuring smile.“Tend to the others.I’ll be waiting.”

The girl looked down and her eyes followed, blood soaking through her pants down her leg.She looked back up at the girl and gave the smile she had trained herself to give despite adversity.It was short lived, however, as her vision swam again and the vertigo hit, sending her crashing to the floor, the clatter of the metal against the floor drawing attention.Several of the women, already harried from their duties, rushed forward and began pulling her free of her armor.She’d tried to protest but the words were muted before she finally passed into unconsciousness.



About Carrie Fulk Vaughn

Carrie Fulk Vaughn (C.V. Madison) is a licensed massage therapist, author of LGBTQIA, Urban fantasy, horror & romance. Gamer geek full of Mountain Dew and schadenfreude pie. Twitter addict. Ball jointed doll collector.

Posted on April 3, 2009, in Original Fiction and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. This blog’s great!! Thanks :).

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