Chapter 5 Muscles are Important

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“Addi!” Much’s yelled pulled Robin from his past. Robin shook the fog from his head. If he did not act now she would die, and he would have to add her soul to the many others he watched die.

Robin knelt next to her and quickly evaluated her wound. Robin was no doctor, but he had seen his fare share of sword wounds. It did not look like any important organs were punctured. The sword was lodged the side of her stomach. She was in immediate danger of bleeding to death.

Robin took off his shirt and bound the wound. Robin was surprised to find Addi still conscious when she laid her hand on his fore arm with great effort.

“You… you are buff.” She said with a painful smile. “Next time you take off your shirt, do it when I can see strait.” She said.

“Really, you’re bleeding to death and all you can think to say is about my muscles.”

“Muscles are important.” Addi said. She laid her head back and let her hand drop from Robin’s arm. “Rowan knows a little medical magic.” She coughed. Blood tinged her lips. “I think I am going to pas out now.” Addi closed her eyes.

“No don’t close your eyes!” Robin yelled at her. Robin looked up and spotted Rowan, still in the door way of the house, staring with unbelieving eyes at Addi. His face was as white as death. “Rowan!” Robin yelled. “If you don’t snap out of it, your sister will die!” Rowan blinked, he nodded. He hardened his face and but Robin could that he was barely keeping it together.

“Bring her inside.” Rowan explained with is panic stricken voice as he turned on his heals and disappeared into the house. Robin lifted under the shoulders and Much grabbed her legs, together they carefully carried Addi into the house. Robin pushed everything off the kitchen table, using the other hand to hold her shoulders. They laid her on the table as Rowan ran about grabbing supplies.

“What are you doing?” Much asked him.

“I know a bit about healing magic,” Rowan said, Robin could hear his voice shake.” I think-I think I can help her.” He said. He put the things he had gathered on the table and started to mix herds and potions together. He made a paste and then unraveled some clean white cloth and a needle and thread. He then looked to Robin.

“We are going to pull the sword out.” Rowan said, he removed Robin’s bloodied shirt from Addi’s stomach. “As soon as the sword is pulled out there will be nothing to stop the blood. I’ll need to stitch it up as soon as possible.”

Rowan whipped way as much blood as he could with a linen cloth. He then opened a jar and smeared a green paste around the sword. He closed his eyes and the paste glowed. “This will hold back some of the blood, and help the would close. But I will still have to manually stitch the wound together.” Rowan said. Robin was amazed at this young boy’s composer. A boy around the age of thirteen saying that he will stitch up his own sisters battle wound.

“You hold this cloth,” He gave the cloth to Robin.” Put presser above the wound. Much, you pull out the sword when I say. I will sew the wound together.”Robin put pressure above the wound, Much put his hand on the hit of the sword.

“Ready?” Rowan asked, Robin nodded. “Then pull!” Much pulled the sword out, Addi’s body arched as Much pulled out he sword. She scram in pain. Without the sword to keep the blood in, the blood flowed out.

“Rowan,” A voice came from the other room. Evellia stood in the door way. When she saw Addi she rushed over.

“Addylinne!” She scram.

“Much get her out of here!” Robin yelled as he put as much pressure above the wound as he could, but it did not help much. Much grabbed Evellia shoulders and took her back to her room. Robin could see the wound’s edges struggle together, the magic paste seemed to be working. All Rowan had to do was to help the wound close all the way with his needled and thread. He had trouble holding the needle with all of the blood, but he worked fast.

By the time that the wound on Addi’s side was sewn up she one fourth of her blood must have left her. Rowan bysied him self buy making another paste which he rubbed into Addi skin around the wound gently. Then he bandaged her up.

When Rowan finished, he and Robin slumped to the floor, exhausted mentally and physically. By then it was dark out and raining. Rowan looked at Robin, his eyes full of terror fear and worry. Robin wrestled his hair.

“She be fine. Where did you learn healing magic?” Robin asked him to keep Rowan’s mind off his sister.

“I learn over the years. When my mother got sick, and I was always trying to find ways to ease her discomfort. I just stumbled upon magic, and the rest came naturally.” He looked at his hands.

Robin knew what it felt like to have a lot of responsibility. When he was younger he was thrust in the the leadership of Loxley. It was hard for him. Everyone came to him with their problems, and they expected him to solve them. Who was he suppose to go for help? Robin struggled until his cousin Will came to help him. Having someone there for him always helped ease the burden. Robin wondered who that person was for Rowan.

“I’m gonna make sure she is ok.” Rowan said, Rowan got up and searched for Addi’s heart beat. He couldn’t seem to find it.

“What’s wrong?” Robin asked.

“I-I can’t find her heartbeat…” Robin shot up he pulled a dagger from his belt and put it under her nose.

“She’s not breathing.” Robin, “The metal will fog up when one breathes onto it.” Rowan lost all the color in his face for the second time that night. Addi also looked pale, her face twisted in her death like sleep, more like her…

The door slammed opened. A small figure walked thought the door. The figure took off their hood and a woman with light blonde hair closed the door. When the woman saw Addi on the table, she took a step to the table, Rowan prevented her from reaching Addi. This love and fear for his sister gave him strength and bravery.

“What do you want with my sister?” He said.

“She is dyeing, and we don’t have long. But I can save her.” The woman said. Rowan knew his sister was dyeing and he could do nothing more for her. But if this woman could do anything… He could only hope. Rowan stepped aside and let the woman examine Addi. She removed the badges. She spoke what Robin though as an inaction, the stitches removed themselves. Blood flowed. The woman said another inaction, the wound let off a bright light and closed, only leaving behind a scar.

Addi gasped, and her eyes opened.

It has been recently brought to my attention that Much is very 2D and I agree. However I am not sure were I can add some characterization! Any tips?

And, I was thinking, that if I write shorter chapters I can get them out much faster. Which do you guy prefer, quickly posting short chapters or long waiting for long chapters?

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~Iris