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Date Posted: 20:02:59 03/29/01 Thu
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's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 19:49:51 03/29/01 Thu
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Chapter 2
Always carry an antiseptic with you.
"Miss. Oh, Miss, please wake up. Miss ..."
Groggily, Milla opened her eyes to find a ring of concerned men and one curious cat circling her. Their white and brown robes swirled in the desert heat, shielding her from the sun. The cat cocked an ear at her and began bathing its hind foot.
"Oh, Miss. Your hand ..." Hassan looked almost like he was going to cry, and Milla tried to smile.
"It's all right, Hassan. Just a cut. See? I'll be fine. I'm just ... I'm not so brave when it comes to blood. Especially mine."
"We will hide it from you. Yes? Close your eyes, Miss."
Obediently Milla closed her eyes. She liked Hassan; in a way he reminded her of Michael, her step-father. Quiet, but dependable. Though he was a lot fussier than Michael. She felt Hassan began to wrap her hand, and the other men began to give him advice.
"It's too large a cut. She should see the doctor."
"Yes, the doctor. It will get infected if it's not taken care of."
"Hassan, you wrap it wrong. It should be tighter."
"No, looser. The bad blood must flow away."
"No, it should be tight so no more blood escapes."
Dizzier from their arguments than from the accident, Milla struggled to sit up. "What time is it?"
Hassan looked at her suspiciously. "It is nearly time for the mid-morning break."
"Then you should all have some tea and rest. Don't worry about the hand, I'll take care of it." She waved her wrapped hand reassuringly, but there was so much blood on her clothes -- and already seeping through the makeshift bandage -- it wasn't very effective.
"An excellent idea," Hassan approved. "And while they rest, I shall escort you to the English doctor."
"I don't think --" Milla started, but she was overruled.
"Yes, the doctor. Isn't that what I said in the first place?" one of the workers said.
"It was I, not you, who suggested it," said another.
"Yes, take her Hassan, and be quick about it." The third man nodded briskly, and the rest of the workers moved away.
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