93 Tough Times (1/2)
”Sir Beazly...Sir Beazly!!
The kids....” Said the halting worried Mané.
Beazly. ”Mané! What's wrong??”
Mané. ”They're falling sick at an extreme race, they say their stomach and heart hurts them!”
Beazly, looking furiously. ”WHAT!!
This is surely the effect of those candy and toys... THAT MORON!!!”
Mané. ”What should we do now?? Am afraid there is no one in our tribe that can heal them.”
Beazly thinks for a moment, then remembers that before returning home. Love gave them all some healing elixirs in case it was needed.
”I have something, wait a minute!”Beazly quickly takes them out of his bag, then departs towards the sick children.
”There isn't much of this, and I am not sure whether it will help them...”
Mané. ”What's that Sir?”
Mané. ”What's that Sir?”
Beazly. ”...Medicine.”
All the sick children were gathered into one tent, with the elder women taking care of them.
Beazly arrives, and enters the tent...
”How are they?” He asks.
One of the women replied. ”Not good. They don't respond to our natural medicine.
They're in pain!”
Beazly leans towards one of the sick children and asks him.
”Tell me what hurts you exactly?”
”...My...Stomach...And chest...I can hardly..Bre..ath!!” He answers in pain!
Beazly stands up and orders the woman.
”Take this, mix it with some hot soup and give each one of them a little of it.”
She takes them immediatly and hurries up to prepare it.
Beazly goes out of the tent, and Mané follows him.
”...You think he's trying to poison us all so he'll have our land?” He asks.
Beazly. ”That is the only thing that I can think of...For that number of kids to fall sick at once.
This is surely no coincidence.
I got to find him, he can't escape my sight anymore!!
But first, i'll have to make sure the kids get better...”
Beazly kept guarding the tent and checking every now and then on the kids...
Spent all day doing so, until night came down.
”Son. It's getting late here... You should get some sleep.” His father came checking on him
Beazly. ”No it's alright, I don't feel tired or anything.”
Father. ”I brought you some food and drink, in case...
How is it inside?”
Beazly. ”They're all sleeping now, not sure if their state is getting better.
We'll see by tomorrow morning.
Go sleep dad.”
Father. ”Alright son, my prayers are with you...”
Beazly spends the whole night sitting next to the fire that he now makes so differently from before.
*Early at the morning*