Chapter 5 : Tending

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Ya I'm really REALLY sorry about that it's been months since I last updated this one. I hope I didn't lose many readers! I apologize and am trying harder to update ;) I know this is a short chapter but will post another right after this. Thank you for putting up with me!

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Elizabeth carried the light girl out of the Captain's Quarters and out onto the deck, into her cabin. Being the only female on the ship, she had the privacy and luxory of her own room, which she was greatful of. She softly pushed the door closed with her foot once she was inside, and laid the girl down on her bed, then started to get to work.

First Elizabeh grabbed and dampened a towel in a bucket of water, rung it out, and quietly sat down next to the unconscious child. Then she ever so gently lifted the girl up into a sitting postiton, taking the damp cloth and gently dabbing at the girls's back, under her ragged dress, at the long, deep gashes that still oozed blood. She continued tending to the wounds until they were a irritated but clean red color, no longer bleeding. Elizabeth layed her down on the bed, and grabbing a damp small cloth, placed it on the girl's perspiring, hot forehead. That's when she noticed the girl's neck- the whole thing was a swollen black and blue bruise. Elizabeth bent down and closely inpected the sores made from the noose. The attempted strangle looked like it had done some damage. Outside, and in.

Elizabeth barely rested her hand gently on her patient's neck, almost hovering above it, and could feel her pulse, alarmingly fast and strong. The girl was panting heavily too, as if she had just ran a mile, and was covered in cold sweat. This frightened Elizabeth, because although she acted as nurse to her fellow seamen aboard the Pearl, she had no knowledge of taking care of a fragile girl, especially if she had internal wounds. And as she examined closer, she saw the girl looked a little older then her face suggested and guessed the girl was around fourteen or fifteen, yet she was roughly fifty pounds. Her ribs popped out from the collapsed area where her stomach was suppossed to inhabit, and her arms and legs looked just like raw bones.

Elizabeth checked the cloth resting on her burden's forehead, let out some held-in breath, and walked to the door. She looked back once more at the unconscious girl, before walking outside into the blinding light, and shutting her cabin door behind her.

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