Название: An Unlikely Union
Автор: Shannon Farrington
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9781472014443
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“Steady there, girl!” Dr. Turner suddenly tugged her back from the marching men. He felt her cheeks and forehead. “I fear the sun has taken its toll on you. You need to rest. Your face is like a New England lobster!”
Her knees were unsteady, her eyesight fuzzy. Something was terribly wrong. She knew she needed to sit. But if I take leave, they will be a nurse short. It will mean more work for everyone else, less care for Confederate men.
“When was the last time you had anything to drink?” Dr. Turner asked.
Elizabeth appeared over his shoulder. She, too, looked concerned.
Emily struggled to put thoughts into words. “I...I...”
“Come now. Let’s find you a nice, quiet place—”
“But Dr. Mackay said—”
“I am certain Evan agrees with me. Don’t you, young man?”
Oh, no... The heavy bucket slipped out of her hands, water spilling all over the cobblestone. As Emily hurried to right it, her eyes darkened.
A strong pair of arms swept her upward.
* * *
She awoke sometime later to the feel of a cool cloth on her forehead. Elizabeth was hovering over her, a palmetto fan in her hand.
“Where am I?” Emily asked when her vision fully cleared. The room was small, relatively quiet. She had never seen it before.
“Dr. Mackay’s room.”
“What?” Emily ran her fingers over the rough muslin sheet. She was aghast at the thought of occupying his cot, mortified when she saw her stockings tossed across a nearby chair.
“It was the only place right now that offered any privacy,” Elizabeth insisted. “He deposited you here, then told me how to care for you.”
Emily’s embarrassment subsided, but only somewhat. “Did he order you to deliver me to Fort McHenry upon my recovery?”
“Whatever for?”
“For my prison term. He calls me a woman of treachery and finds me incompetent at that.”
“He must not find you that treacherous. He said I was to do everything in my power to bring about your swift recovery.”
Emily blinked and slowly raised up on her elbows. She was still a little light-headed. “He said that?”
Elizabeth removed the cloth, soaked it in the nearby wash basin. She then thrust a cup of cold water under Emily’s nose. “Drink,” she commanded sweetly.
The water slid down her parched throat. Emily downed the entire contents in two very unladylike gulps.
“He even went to the cook and secured these.” Elizabeth handed her two fresh peaches and a slice of hardtack. “He said to eat it all, though I would seriously reconsider the hardtack, especially if you want to keep all of your teeth.”
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