An explosion of darkness wiped out everything after that.
When she woke, Margo had no idea where she was. Her head ached-throbbed-so fiercely she was afraid she might be ill. A weight of blankets covered her. Margo managed to open her eyes and found only darkness. For a moment, panic smote her so hard she struggled against the blankets and the pain. Then a glimmering edge of light revealed the position of a door. She was in someone’s bed in someone’s house
And somehow, she’d lost several hours.
She hoped it was only hours.
A cautious exploration revealed her own clothing still in place, although the ATLS bag and knife belt were gone. Someone had tied a poultice around her head. That boded well. If they’re taking care of me, I’m. probably not in. too much danger. But where was she? And how much time had passed.? Margo didn’t feel much like getting up to find her unknown “host” in an attempt to find out.
Eventually the door opened. A young woman carrying an oil lamp peered into the room. Worry creased her brow when Margo met her gaze. She said something that sounded anxious and called to someone beyond Margo’s view. Then she set the oil lamp down on a table bent over Margo.
”Owl
The young woman murmured soothingly and readjusted the poultice. A moment later a thin, balding man entered the room. He wore several tunics and a worried expression. Within three sentences, it became apparent to him that Margo didn’t have the faintest idea what he was saying.
He halted, looked even more worried, and said slowly,