Bab 85: The broken ones

Haran walked to the bed dragging his right foot and limping. He leaned forward, took Beverly's hand and checked her pulse. He peered at the wounds and stood up. "Keep on chanting," he said to Fern. He almost looked like a different man.

He ran back, dragging his feet to a closed room. Keys ringed from his pockets and he opened the door. Riley was behind Haran as he entered the room. He saw mortars, pestles, pots, pans, vials, herbs, roots, leaves, seeds and the like as he removed the cobwebs and walked. "Haran the healer, they see to call me," he said as he checked through the bottles. "Can't even help one woman, what a jock," he chuckled.

"Can you help her?" Riley asked

Haran turned and gave out a sigh. "Her heart rate is low and she had lost some blood. I can't promise you anything," he said and went back to searching.