First insert, part five
Sarah stretched her shoulders before rolling the elder onto his side. She looked at Orion in disbelief. “He looks like he’s been horse whipped.”
The guard leaned over. Sarah could hear the joy in his voice. “Who takes a beating?”
“How do you know they took them?”
“So far, all I see is tribal filth.” The guard looked around the cave.
Sarah wanted to rip his head off. But she directed her feelings to her patient.
“I need you to finish this one. My hands are cramping.” Orion took the needle from her. “Will you ask for some snow?” He did. She started working her fingers. Stretching them. When the snow was brought in, Sarah buried her hands in the snow for a couple minutes before pulling them out to stretch them again. This was repeated several times.
She watched Orion. “You are doing a great job.”
“Thank you. How are your hands?”
As she crinkled her fingers again, “getting there.” Was sighed more than spoke. For the first time she surveyed the large room with intent. “Would you care to ask if it would be okay to see if anyone on the train has medical experience?”
Orion translated.
Leader lady nodded in the direction of the train. The guard and three Motietoian’s headed out of the cave.
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