The Orphan Girl, part 3:

Quietly, I picked up the tray and walked out from the room.  When I stepped out in the hallway, another nurse gave me look filled with compassion. “You got another patient that it will require a miracle to heal.”


“They are the worst patients, since you know that there are nothing you can do.”

I was relieved when she was called away before I had to answer.

I continued down the hallway, pondering what she had told me.  I knew that she was right. Most cases, the really sick patients would die. I hated when they died. If I let the girl die, while knowing that I could have saved her, I would never forgive myself.

My mind made up, I put the tray in the tray cart, before I walked toward the First Healer’s room. I knew that he was more likely to be there this time of the day, than later on.

I knocked on the closed door, waiting for permission to enter.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and stepped inside.  The room was small, or maybe the shelves overflowing with herbs, potions and scrolls made it feel like it was smaller than it really was.

The First Healer sat behind a desk, a frown on his face.  My stomach fluttered, as I stopped in front of him.

“Did something happen to the girl?”

“No, she is sleeping. I wanted to talk to you about the source of her disease.”

The First Healer raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

I took a deep breath. “There are something called the Wasting disease that hits elemental mages when their mage gift stirs. My Grandmother said it happens when the gift is trying to connect with the leylines.”

First Healer cursed. “ There are no  leylines in Kanida.”

“ I know. I want to transport her to the temple in Chidu, and see if that helps.”

The First Healer shook his head. “She is too weak to survive a trip through a Portal.”

Disappointment filled me, but I pushed it away. “But what if I managed to  improve her health, so that she can travel?”

The First Healer sighed. “If you against all odds manage to do that, I will let you take her to Chidu.”

Relief replaced the disappointment. “Thank you.”

“No one wants to witness a child die,” the First Healer said softly.

Especially not when there might be a chance to save said child.  I merely nodded.