Chapter 82
They looked like Master Damien Looked the Last time I saw him. I was trembling in fear. It kept escaping my attention I was someone’s property and they didn’t want me damaged.
“Slave Keepers,” the leader of Fuji’s owner addressed the other men, “show us how to care for this until we get it to a healer.”
The wound had started to drip blood the minute I stood up. The daytime Keepers showed Fuji’s owners how to clean a human’s wound and packed it with the thick cream again. My whole thigh was wrapped tightly in a piece of cloth. I wasn’t permitted to walk to the transport pad and was carried Like a child.
Healers came to see me and didn’t mention we were already acquainted.
Much Like on earth they used something to numb the area and then used a needle to close the wound. Thick cream was applied over the top again and my leg was wrapped.
I was laid on the bed and fed my dinner there. By now, my leg was really starting to throb.
“Keepers, I’m very sorry, but is there anything for the pain,” I whispered looking down. I doubted there was and they still looked furious.
The man from lunch returned into the room with a small tub of foul smelling goop he spread over my chest. At first I thought the smell would nauseate me and then I didn‘t care. My leg didn’t hurt and I was so tired.
They let me Lay down and one of Fuji’s men Lay next to me. I watched his face and it seemed to distort like in a carnival glass mirror.
Reaching out, I wanted to touch his eyebrows, which appeared to be walking across his face.
After my third thwarted attempt to touch him, my wrists were tied to the beam in the center of the bed. I didn’t really care and drifted to a weird dream filled sleep.
Fuji woke me up cautiously the next morning; her cool fingers were drifting over my face. Once I was up her owners carried me to the bathroom. The men sponged me off and Let me relieve myself. They placed me carefully back in the bed afterward. I was glad to get out of my full morning ‘cleaning’.
“We get our own Keepers this day,” Fuji whispered to me. “My owners don’t want us to go back until you are well. They say your Masters may kill the old Keepers, anyway.”
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I groaned and tried to reason with Fuji; she didn’t really see a problem with their logic. Her Masters didn’t want to Listen to me and found my reasoning obtuse. Master Damien and his brothers would punish the Keepers as they saw fit.
Fuji and I spent the day on the bed playing card games. She brought in the Little drums and we played with those too. The Keepers we were left with regularly put the smelly stuff on my chest, so I also slept a lot.
When the Healers showed up to Look at my leg I was really surprised. It was completely healed. They removed the stitches and placed a thin sheen of cream over the scar.
By my standards the line was almost invisible, but when the Warriors saw it they all clucked their tongues. They commented how large a scar it was and how it marred my skin. Panic overtook me as I realized my owners may not want me if I had a new flaw.
“Are they going to get rid of me now?” I asked Fuji’s owners while fussing over the thin white line.
It didn’t make me feel any better when her Warriors told me there would be another buyer if that was the case.
I was judged well enough to walk and followed them down the bathhouse.
They didn’t want me in the water and left me in their alcove. I found a deck of cards and played what I considered a game of solitaire.
I kept my head down, but there were a steady stream of men that walked by appraising me. Several commented amongst themselves what they would bid if Master Damien was agreeable. The scar was present, but it would not overly detract from my use they believed.
Perhaps my owners wouldn’t want me with this new scar, I feared.