Seraphim – 7

Recovering felt anything but easy.  Even after I was able to sit up by myself I still couldn’t make any reckless movements for fear of tearing the stump on my shoulder.  But with the restless days I felt the strength renew in my veins.

But as the days turned to weeks, so did the want to move around bite at me.  Only after I experienced the eighth day of the sunlight on my back, did I decide to take matters into my own hand.  Standing up, I found my pants folded neatly along the foot of the bed.

Kel had told me that he wanted to see me after I was well.  Turning, I stared at the table where Doctor Ylanna used to work for the long hours of the night.  She would be back in an hour or two.

“I’m sorry, Miss.”  I spoke to the empty chair.  “I need to find out more of this place.”

Buckling my sword onto my hip, I reached over and opened the tent flap.

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