She pulled back the flap and her body staggered, tightening her grip on the tent she steadied herself, her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open, I wanted to hold her, comfort her, tell her it would all be okay as we both damn well knew I was lying, but right now there was woman dying in my arms
I push pass her running into the tent
"Obaa!!, Obaa!!!...." I call for the old woman who walks out of her little tent
"What's wrong child?" Her eyes fall to the woman in my arms and her hands flew up to her mouth "by god..." She gasped "....lay her here!!, Here!" She lead to a spot that wasn't empty the last time I came, it belonged to the old man lying stiff on his bed with nothing but his eyes moving to show he was still alive
This is his bed, was his bed, I lay the woman down and immediately two attendants come and hold her head up pouring a purple mixture into her mouth, as the liquid passed her lips her body spasmed!!
