cleaning and stitching up Sarah's wound while Henry watched with a heavy heart.
"How many were there?" the doctor asked, focused on his work.
"At least 10," Henry replied, his jaw clenched with anger. "They were hiding in the trees near the road. We didn't even see them until it was too late."
The doctor nodded grimly, his expression serious. "I've seen more and more cases like this lately. The sharpshooters are getting bolder, and they're not just targeting soldiers anymore."
Sarah winced as the doctor finished stitching up her wound. "Thank you, doc," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor squeezed her hand. "You're going to be okay, Sarah. Just rest up for a few days and let your body heal."
Henry helped Sarah sit up, and they both stood to leave. "Thank you, doc," Henry said gratefully.
"You're welcome," the doctor replied with a nod. "Take care of yourselves out there."
As they walked out of the makeshift hospital tent, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She had been terrified when she first arrived with her injuries, but the care and kindness of the doctor and Henry had helped ease her fears.
"Thank you again for helping me," Sarah said to Henry as they made their way back to their camp.
"It was nothing," Henry replied. "I couldn't just leave you there, injured and alone."
Sarah smiled at him, grateful for his compassion. As a slave, she was used to being treated as less than human, but Henry had shown her a different side of humanity.
"I hope we can make it through this war," Sarah said thoughtfully.
"We will," Henry assured her. "And when it's over, we'll both be free."
Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of hope for the first time in a long while...