Wrecked

The 39

"You need to take it easy, Cara. These stitches can't hold up if you refuse to stay off your feet." I finished up with the bandage, cleaning the skin surrounding where the wound was. The gash was only slightly infected, something that my herbs were slowly helping fighting off. I hated that I couldn't heal her immediately but she always muttered, Progress is progress.

"I can't sit around and do nothing, I have five idiots to look after. Someone has to whip there arses into shape." Cara's attempt at humour didn't work, my face not budging from my serious, dead set, expression. Realising how serious I was being her face softened, allowing her obvious concern for her friends to come flooding out. "I don't want to be around them, they remind me of everything I've lost." She paused her soft voice barely audible with her head bent down. "But I can't leave them to die, Wyatt will be the death of them- if Jeremy didn't take my side on everything I don't know what would happen." A tear slide down from her eyes, which she quickly captured and removed any trace of it.

"That's not your problem to fix, Cara. I can deal with Wyatt, you shouldn't protect people that don't want protecting." I tried my best to comfort her, knowing I wasn't doing a good job of it.

"Easy for you to say, he could try and kill you but you'd still try to save his arse."

"But I sure as hell wouldn't put up with him and take on all this extra stress. You don't need this, your leg needs you to rest- I need you to rest." Before I could continue we both noticed Jeremy taking a step towards us.

"That's my queue." She pushed her self up, Jeremy coming to her side- trying to assist her but she pushed him away a look of pure disgust on her features. "Thank you Dru."

"Just think about what I said, please?" I received a nod in agreement as she limped her way back to where she spent her days. I sighed to myself, knowing my words were true- you can't protect people who don't want your protection. I couldn't get Cara away from Wyatt and that terrified me, he was a lose cannon about to snap we could all sense it.

"Dru, that's everyone for today- go get some rest." Rukma took the equipment out of my hands, placing them away in our medical bag. We'd fallen into a routine the two of us, with the occasional help from Caila. We had people that we needed to see every day, we would either have them come to us or Caila would go to the ones who weren't severe. I'd handle the injuries, herbs and what medication we had left Rukma the touch up and checks- she was learning though. She'd watch me when I worked, her eyes wide with intrigued and I could tell she'd always dreamt of becoming a doctor.

"How come you've never chosen to become one?" I'd asked one day, breaking out silence as we worked on patching up Maggie's chest.

"Life got in the way I guess." She had muttered, looking down at her hands. She was the outgoing one out of her sisters- I'd noticed that when I saw them at meal times- so I didn't understand she shy mannerisms she still held. The younger sister was the shy one, always ducking her head when others spoke to her, waiting for her sisters to respond for her. The older sister was a different story. She was a wreck, I'd walked past her on the edge of the water that morning only to find her shaking with tears mumbling a name I only could guess was her husbands. I knew Rukma hadn't not being there for her sister but she'd ensured helping people was more important, at least Chadna was in no danger.