Beatrice was dressed similar to the attire she had worn earlier that day. She put her pink satin slippers on her hosed feet, and left her chambers headed in the direction of the infirmary. The Infirmary was a large hall with rows of beds for the injured. She had no idea it existed until after the Civil War. She had spent many days assisting with the wounded.
Now, all the beds were empty except one. Prince William laid on the elevated cot unconscious.
She observed the healer leaning over him, applying a salve into his wound. He must have felt her presence because he looked up from his task and noticed her and her maid Clancy. He waved them both over.
She quickly made her way. She looked down at Prince William.
He was undressed from the waist up. His wounds and skin had been cleaned. He was motionless, pale and looked completely different than he usually did. He was always so full of life. Here he was in a coma.
