The Great Storm of 1774

(COMPLETED) Read along as 15 year old Angelica Lexington is left alone to take care of her four younger siblings at the height of the revolution, in Georgia. She looks back on her life through her vivid and inspiring writing. Yellow for death, disease and injury.

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29. "Shall I Take Out The Glass?"

The first thing I could think to do was to put my hand on Aaron's forehead. I could tell it was throbbing, and it was dusted with dirt. I then moved down to his hands, which felt clammy and cold. I grabbed his left hand and tried to feel his pulse bit it felt distant. My heart was beating so fast I thought if someone else was by me they could hear it too. I thought I should start with his ankle, so I unbuckled his right shoe, and tore off his sock carefully. 


Red blood slowly dripped down from his leg onto the planks on which he was laying. There was a large piece of glass nudged in his lower shin and smaller pieces of porcelain surrounding. I slowly lifted his leg a bit, and could see that blood had leaked through his sock in the back to the floor. I had filled a jug of water from home before we had left luckily, so I took a cloth out of the pocket of my apron and blotted it with water. I tried to clean the wound the best I could. Aaron suddenly gasped.


"Ahh" He whispered in agony.

"Uhhho" His breathing was heavy.


Then I noticed his silent noises. I quickly bent down towards his face and I clasped the sides of it. One sly tear rolled down his cheek, leaving a clean mark of skin from the dirty brown. I kissed him on the cheek. Leaned over him, I slowly whispered his name.


"Are you alright, dear? Talk to me, Aaron. Anything." I whispered.

"It really- It really... Really. Hurts." Aaron managed to whisper back.

"Thank goodness you are awake! Now, does it hurt when I put the water on it?" Aaron nodded.

"What about not?"

"It...hurts whenever. It throbs..."

"Okay...good boy, you are being so brave. Shall I take out the glass? Would you like that?" There was a long pause.

"Perhaps that would heal the pain a bit." I said, trying again.

"But what if it hurts...more?" I stopped to think for a second.


The glass might be holding up more blood from coming out- which was good I guess. But the glass could be cutting into something, I didn't know what, causing the pain. We really needed a doctor and quick. So I called Charles over and told him to go and get the doctor. Meanwhile, I told Aaron about what was happening and urged him just to stay alive just a little bit longer and when the doctor came everything would be all better. Well, at least we both hoped so.



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