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Help In A Dark Place
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint, but I heard it loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes.
My steps faltered.
It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source.
A whimper, a hard sniff.
But against my better judgement, or just because I have a conscience, I treaded gently towards the source of the disturbing sounds.
Getting close to the dark bushes, I waded into the darkness, parting the tall, prickly plants, and crushing some unknown things on the hard floor, but I would rather not know what they were.
My heart pounded hard within my chest, but still I moved ahead.
The whimper sounded again, this time brokenly, and I hasted into a hard run, bursts of energy fuelling my being.
On skidding to the source of the temporary disturbance of my peace, I stilled at the sight before me.
A young, small girl, lay draped in an unnatural angle on the unforgiving ground.
A sharp, pungent smell entered my nose, and I terrifyingly sprung into action as my brain reminded me of what it was:
Blood.
The poor girl was wounded, and bleeding fast.
Slowly, gently, I approached her with my hands raised, palms facing her, to show her that I simply wanted to help her.
And I thought I saw her nod, just a little, in acquiescence.
Crouching beside her, I observed her more closely, then tried to move her body, just a bit, to ease her pain.
But, what was that?
I froze.
The young, small, bleeding girl had a baby lying partially under her. But the little one was fast asleep, totally oblivious of the strange happenings around it.
I guessed that the baby was what the little girl was protecting.
Maybe got wounded for.
I looked back up at the little girl, and saw the raw fear showing in her eyes.
I found it necessary to speak:
"I won't hurt you, I promise."
Gently, carefully, I moved the baby out from under her, then laid it much carefully aside.
Then, as gently as possible, I lifted the bleeding girl into my arms, and scooped up the little bundle, placing it securely in the girl's hold as she lay with her head on my chest.
She held onto the little baby with a death grip.
Balancing them securely in my arms, I took a sweeping look on the dark floor and its surroundings, just to make sure I was not missing anything of importance.
Satisfied, albeit in an odd way, I began to leave the bushes.
I walked as fast as I could with my burdens, my mind whirling on things that must be done.
But first, we were going to a very good hospital.
The cry was faint, but I heard it loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes.
My steps faltered.
It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source.
A whimper, a hard sniff.
But against my better judgement, or just because I have a conscience, I treaded gently towards the source of the disturbing sounds.
Getting close to the dark bushes, I waded into the darkness, parting the tall, prickly plants, and crushing some unknown things on the hard floor, but I would rather not know what they were.
My heart pounded hard within my chest, but still I moved ahead.
The whimper sounded again, this time brokenly, and I hasted into a hard run, bursts of energy fuelling my being.
On skidding to the source of the temporary disturbance of my peace, I stilled at the sight before me.
A young, small girl, lay draped in an unnatural angle on the unforgiving ground.
A sharp, pungent smell entered my nose, and I terrifyingly sprung into action as my brain reminded me of what it was:
Blood.
The poor girl was wounded, and bleeding fast.
Slowly, gently, I approached her with my hands raised, palms facing her, to show her that I simply wanted to help her.
And I thought I saw her nod, just a little, in acquiescence.
Crouching beside her, I observed her more closely, then tried to move her body, just a bit, to ease her pain.
But, what was that?
I froze.
The young, small, bleeding girl had a baby lying partially under her. But the little one was fast asleep, totally oblivious of the strange happenings around it.
I guessed that the baby was what the little girl was protecting.
Maybe got wounded for.
I looked back up at the little girl, and saw the raw fear showing in her eyes.
I found it necessary to speak:
"I won't hurt you, I promise."
Gently, carefully, I moved the baby out from under her, then laid it much carefully aside.
Then, as gently as possible, I lifted the bleeding girl into my arms, and scooped up the little bundle, placing it securely in the girl's hold as she lay with her head on my chest.
She held onto the little baby with a death grip.
Balancing them securely in my arms, I took a sweeping look on the dark floor and its surroundings, just to make sure I was not missing anything of importance.
Satisfied, albeit in an odd way, I began to leave the bushes.
I walked as fast as I could with my burdens, my mind whirling on things that must be done.
But first, we were going to a very good hospital.
