Warm Flame - Chapter Five
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
The doctor looked up and stopped closely examining his herbs.
"Hello, sharp ears. Why so much money? You finally robbed the governor? The doctor winked."
"I'm not a thief. Please give me a drug for my mother."
"I'd give it, Sia, but supplies from the west belays."
"But, well," Her voice was trembling even stronger. "Nothing at all? At least a few pills?"
"Last time I gave you the last ones." Two days ago, suplier had to bring herbs, including the ones you needed for your drug, but for some reason came no. I don’t know what happened. But I hope that the delivery is just delayed. Come tomorrow.
Deliveries have truly stopped. This was reported too late. Tears rolled back to her throat.
"Maybe you have at least something to eliminate the pain?" The girl asked softly.
"It's possible, but it won’t help your mother very much."
"At least something…"
The doctor pursed his lips and went to the shelf with the tinctures, choosing a couple of bubbles, he gave them to the girl.
"No money, it's less with what I can help. In addition, these tinctures are quite inexpensive."
"But how? I cannot just take them."
"I see how worried you are, it's okay, I'm not at a loss for this gift. Go to your mother."
"Thank you very much."
The girl flew out of the healer's house in the pouring rain. Tears streamed down her cheeks in the same shower, her shoulders quivered, and her legs buckled. It cannot be. Everything cannot end like this. She walked slowly toward the house.
The half-ruined shack stood on the outskirts of the town. The roof leaked, the windows were sealed with the same cloth from which Satina wore cloaks. A wobbly low fence and a wicket on one hook creaked at every breeze of the wind.
Entered the house, the girl glanced at the only room. Mother laid on the bed and on the table laid unbuttoned cloaks. A small flame burned dimly in the oven. Siala put the bag with dinner on the table and went to Mom's bed. She was asleep, breathing a little. The girl put her hand to her mother's forehead and, with a sinking heart, realized that her forehead was terribly hot, her mother felt worse. She quickly took out the bottles of the doctor, measured several spoons of one of them and scattered them in a mug of water and began to wake her mother. Having drunk it, she covered it with two blankets, and sat down at the table. Disgust and disappointment deeply settled in the soul of the elf. She had known for a long time that her mother will die, but she didn’t realize that it will happen so soon.