Mary had given everything to the war. Her dedication, courage, time and her will to be happy. But, the horrors of the war was one thing she took back- a present she could never return. She is also plagued by doubts and a conscience haunted by the words of a bitter brother. Faced with regret and shame, Joel mourns his brother’s death. But he believes that if she had not been Johnny’s nurse, his brother would still be alive. Can they, thrown into the same boat and faced with circumstances too big to handle alone, work together to save everyone?
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Mary looked out of the window, watching the scenery change as the stagecoach rumbled and shook with each bump it rode over. It was over-the life she had gotten accustomed to was over.
Anyone watching her would think that she was taking in the scenery, but she wasn’t looking at the houses and vast land space as much as she was thinking about how different everything felt.
It was quiet. Things had not been dead for a long time, and now, as she felt the coach rumble, even the noise it made could not compare to the humdrum she had lived with for a long time. She should be happy, be glad that it was all over, but she could not find the energy to smile.
“Why do you look so gloomy? You ought to be happy- the war is finally over. I never thought a time would come when I saw my wife and children again, but now, I can finally go home to them. The last time I saw my wife, she was carrying our little one. She begged me to come back alive,” the coach driver said, turning around to look at Mary briefly.
Mary nodded but said nothing.
“You are not happy to be going home, miss? I’m sure you have some folks you left behind. They will be nothing but pleased to see you,” the coach master prodded.
Mary thought about what to say in reply but came up with nothing. How could she explain the way she felt to this man who she barely knew? Yes, the war was over, and everyone could go back home to the people they left behind. She knew a few who had children they had never seen and wives they left behind just after getting married.
But she wasn’t sure any place would feel like home to her anymore.
She had volunteered to be a nurse during the war to help out sick, injured, and dying people because she could not just stand by and watch life happen without her doing something to alleviate the suffering she knew happened at the front lines.
But what she had seen, the gruesome wounds, the muffled screams from soldiers who had their limbs amputated without any form of anesthesia, the pleas she got from near dying people for another chance to live or to die quickly and painlessly. Some of the soldiers who had died had given her messages to give their loved ones, messages she could never deliver because she had no idea who they had been talking about in their last moments. She had watched people die in her arms as she spoke to them to ease their pain.
She had watched people struggle against every odds to stay alive.
She could still close her eyes and see the looks on the soldiers' faces there were brought in every minute- casualties of war.
How could she be happy going home when she had lived through all that? When tending the sick and treating the injured had become the only life she knew?
She did not know how to feel about going home. She did not know what she was going home to. She did not know what to do when she got to where she was going because she had nowhere to go to—no one left for her to miss.
She rubbed her eyes and sighed. She felt tired and weary to the bones. Working as a nurse gave her no time to sleep or catch her breath- she had to be around as there was no shortage of injured people and not enough people to volunteer.
It felt as if she had not slept in forever.
“The war was a tough one for everybody,” the coach driver said again in an attempt to start a conversation.
Mary looked at the driver fully for the first time. Had he served in that war? Did he carry the memories the way she did? Did he think about the people who died in the war?
“Sir, did you serve in the war?” she asked.
“I almost did, miss. But they said I was too weak. So, I joined the squad that provided rations for the soldiers,” he answered her.
“Did you go to the front lines?” Mary asked.
“No, miss. We were not needed there. Did you work in the war?”
Mary sighed.
“Yes, I did.”
“Oh. What did you do?”
“I worked as a volunteer nurse. Took care of the soldiers they brought into the medical camps,” Mary told him.
“That must have been tough. I heard from a friend of mine that if a man- or woman goes to war, they do not come back the same way,” the driver said.
“But if you have folks, it helps. You do have folks, right, miss? It would be a good thing to stay with them for a bit,” he added.
“I do,” Mary told him.
Even though she had no one, it was easier to tell this man that she did. She did not want him asking her more questions. All she wanted to do was to be left with her thoughts.
“Good. Family is everything. The thought of my wife and little ones kept me going strong even when I feared that the war would not end.”
Mary thought about his words for a while. It was true that family made some things better, and it was also confirmed that having someone around made things easier.
Maybe she had to do it. She had thought about it during the war and had put it aside, but perhaps now was the time to make a different decision.
Opening her carry bag, she reached into a small space and brought out a letter. The white paper the letter had been written on was now the color of a brown envelope. She had kept the letter in this bag while the war was still going on, hoping to come back to it one day, but she had gotten caught up in all the activities and nursing.
Tattered and torn from the places the bag had been and the months it had stayed in, the letter was barely legible in some areas. But she could still point out the essential parts of the letter if she looked hard enough.
Could she? She wondered. The war was over, and no other duties were keeping her away. She had done her job and now had a chance to live a life of her own.
“Sir,” she called out.
“Miss?” the coach master spared her a brief glance.
“Would it be possible for you to stop at Boston, just before you get to my town? Just north, high up in the White mountains. I’m afraid I have changed my mind about going home,” Mary asked.
“You do not want to go home? What will happen to your folks? They sure must be expecting you. Maybe you go home and then take the next stage coach tomorrow to Boston? Spend a night with your family,” he answered.
“I don’t want to go to the town anymore. Wouldn’t it be possible to drop me off in the White mountains?” Mary was persistent.
“Miss, if I drop you off there, it will take me more time to get to my folks. Is it important?” the stage coach driver sounded annoyed.
“I would not keep you away from your wife and children, if it wasn’t. I am truly sorry for the inconvenience, but this may be the most important thing I will ever do,” Mary said.
“Then if it is that important, I’ll take you there. Don’t you worry.”
Nodding, Mary looked outside and thought about what she was about to do.
CHAPTER 25Jane walked around, constantly checking on the patients. It had been a few hours since she had administered the pain relief medication to them and all that was left was to wait it out.At the moment of despair, she had remembered how her mother used to read the Bible to her every time she was scared as a little girl. It was a tradition they had adhered to not because they did every night, but reading from the scriptures had given Jane courage as a little girl and as a growing adult.When she volunteered as a medical staff during that war, she had carried the Bible along with her, and it had been the rock she leaned on each time things got too harsh, or she lost hope that the men they were treating would recover. She had also read specific passages to dying patients and had seen the relief come over their features, the hope that they had something to look forward to.And so when there was n
CHAPTER 24“What do you suggest we do?” Joel asked Mary. He had been confused about which medication to administer and had, at that moment, remembered a time she had told him about the influx of patients they had gotten with no foreseeable diagnosis insight. All the patients had survived at the end of the day.So, he had turned to her and asked the question he had been dreading all day. But, he had to trust her. It was the only option, the only way they could work.“We give them pain relief medication that will put them to sleep. It will stop all the jerky movements till we can figure out what is going on,” Mary explained.“Are you sure-“ Joel was about to ask but stopped halfway, seeing the look on Mary’s face. “Okay, let’s do that, then.”Grabbing the medical supplies needed and the drugs, they walked out of the storag
CHAPTER 23Mary walked alongside Joel as they strolled the road to the clinic. It was their first day as real partners, and she was pretty eager to see how it would go. Oh, she knew it would include a whole ton of arguments because Joel would not give her full rein or trust her judgment as she asked him to. He was that stubborn. Well, she was just as stubborn-headed and relatively determined to get her way.But she was happy because things had turned out differently. She had woken up this morning with heaviness in her heart. She had concluded that he would tell her to be on her way, now that the worst had been taken care of. She hadn’t wanted that. Taking care of the patients yesterday- no matter how hectic it had been, had ignited something in her that she thought had gone to sleep. Her zeal had been reawakened with renewed vigor, and all she wanted to do was stay back and help.She had also pr
CHAPTER 22Joel yawned loudly, his hands outstretched as he walked out of his room the following day. He had, after the night, gone to bed and had surprisingly slept well considering the day they had.The sun was coming out from behind the clouds, but his thoughts were already occupied.He had woken up, and the first thing he thought about was the previous day, the events of how he and Mary had worked together to treat the injured miners, the brief moment they had shared at the river, and the lightness that had filled the air despite the tension they had begun on. He had been surprised at the turn of events, he admitted to himself.When they had gotten into the buggy, the air had hummed with tension and words unsaid. Then Mary had broken the spell when she talked about needing a bath. He chuckled to himself as he remembered how scared she was to walk into the river, scared that something in the water woul
CHAPTER 21Mary walked beside Joel, wondering where he was leading her. He had given her the information about bathing in the river, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it. She had gone river bathing before, but it was when she was a kid. Although she was slightly comforted that he would be there for company and safety, it did not make her feel ultimately better.Truth be told, if she did not have to wash the grime off her body, she would have declined the offer.“You might have to watch your steps as you come further,” Joel told her,” the grasses are wet and slippery when you get closer to the river.”Okay, another thing to watch out for, Mary noted.“Just one question. How deep is the river? Is the current going to carry me away? Do I have to be worried about things that might bite or sting me? I feel like I have to get all my bases covered,”
CHAPTER 20Joel sat in the buggy as it rode off into the night, with Mary, both of them silent. He turned to look at her and saw a curious expression on her face; her brows were furrowed and his expression serious, her expression serious.He was thinking about the whole day’s incident- something he had gone over and over again without much satisfaction.First of all, there was the fact that Mary had brought up why there had been so many men outside from an accident when it wasn’t as though the mine had caved.The second was the theory that it could be a widespread infection, something he had been contemplating over. He had been truthful to Mary when he said he hadn’t seen anything like this ever. If it was an infection, what kind were they dealing with, and what was the source? And why the cuts and gashes? Had they struggled to leave the mine in the throes of pain and had caused some form of secondary accident
CHAPTER 19Mary waited for Joel to say something at the same time watching the patient.“We have to do something immediately,” she said, stating the obvious.“And that is trying to figure out where in his brain is clotting,” Joel said stubbornly.Mary looked at him and sighed. It was clear that he would not see things her way even though she knew that she was right. She would have to do it her way whether he liked it or not.So, she nodded. And moved closer to the man.“What the hell are you doing?” he barked out.“The plan of yours is not going to work, and you don’t want to see it my way. And since I know my way is right, I’ll do it by myself.”“No, you don’t dare,” Joel said but made no move to take control of the situation. He knew that any mistake he made would make the patient’s con
CHAPTER 18Joel walked as fast as he could to his office, his thoughts racing. He had been called from his home to his office a couple of times, but not with the frantic expression he had seen on the sheriff’s face. It was pure, unadulterated fear. What could be wrong that could scare him that much?And how could the accident have involved so many people that he told Mary to tag along? He thought about the worst-case scenarios he could come up with in a bid to prepare himself.Maybe a huge boulder had fallen, and some people had gotten severely injured- limbs that needed to be amputated and deep, gashing injuries.“How many patients are we talking about?” he asked Edwards. If he did not have room for them, treating them could constitute a problem.“I don’t know, Doc. I was called up to the mine, and I saw the mine supervisor bring out some of them. He told m
CHAPTER 17Mary stood up from the bed as soon as she saw the sunrise on the horizon. After a long night of no sleep, she was tired and after trying to go back to sleep without any success. After standing outside for a while, looking at Joel, she had come back inside and had tried to sort out her thoughts. The hours that had passed by felt to her like a whole day.She had given to lying on the bed because it was more comfortable than the chairs.In any case, she needed food in her body- something to fill her stomach and also keep her awake. Coffee sounded like a good idea if there was any in the house. She walked into the kitchen, opening cupboards, drawers, rummaging around for she could eat.Finally, she found a tin of coffee and some eggs in a crate.In no time, the coffee was ready, and her sunny side scrambled eggs were on a plate. She inhaled the aroma and smiled, carrying the plate and cup of coffe
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