Slow Recovery

One morning she had a visit from Nicolaus checking in on her injuries and condition. After only a week the arrow puncture and deep gashes on her thigh and face were healing remarkably well; seemibgly cleanly and quicker than the Apothecary would have expected such wounds to heal. The stitches keeping the lower part of her ear attached had come out after a night terror incident.

There was no talking from Voah as the man did his work though the Arbiter would certainly have questions for him later after she recovered. For now her brain throbbed from within, pulsing ever tighter against her skull and drowning out most everything but the beating of her heart. At one point she could have sworn she heard him mumble something about leeches.

From his box came the quiet clinking and clattering of glass vials as he removed a dull colored paste which he administered to the laceration on the side of her face. It was some sort of analgesic or anesthetic that would help with the pain while he performed his human sewing.

In the days ahead she would be plied by the rectory clergy with various soft vegetables and broths as these things were easy to swallow and regurgitate if it came to that, which it did on more than one occasion. A fish-based soup was not so pleasant on the way back up. For her unease they gave her ginger tea and Nicolaus had left her an powdered herbal concoction to remedy pain as he was informed that her fever still came and went with chills and great aches.

This was the worst sickness that had ever taken her, an affliction of the body and mind. It plagued her dreams though she didn’t understand it and all was forgotten when she woke. She wondered why it hurt just to think too much. When she did, she thought of her home in Mizar and she had oft wondered how the others from the expedition were fairing.

Fatigue kept her pacified and off of her her feet most of the day unless she had to relieve herself, sometimes needing help or leaning against the walls to get her bearings.

Voah lay in her bed, staring into the fireplace that the acolytes kept active for her. Today she would try to begin again slowly working back toward where she had left off with her daily routine. She would start by making herself tea.