Rose had been tucked into the bed, with a clean bandage about her chest. Khelek looked over to Cami, and shook his head, "I have done everything that I know how. I can not say if she will live or die. To take a Man's spear in the side is no small thing for a hobbit. The wound is great and gaping, and she has lost much blood." He said nothing of his worry about the injury to Rose's head.
"Is there nothing we can do?" Cami begged.
Khelek thought, and then responded very slowly, "There are those among us who have greater skill in such things. Perhaps, Idril...." His words trailed off.
"I will stay with her until we shift out of the river." Cami said to the Elf. "We can not bring healers here till then. And I fear they will be very busy going from boat to boat. If I had a free choice, I would sit by Rose's side until she awakes, however long that would be, but there are things I must do for the other children. Hobbit families are split up and grieving. There is so much to be done."
Cami shook her head and put it down in her hands. The tombs had been the testing grounds for the Man and the Elf. Her own doom was far different. To rescue bodies from a hellish nightmare was one kind of challenge. To put back spirits into anguished hearts was another. She was afraid there was a great deal of that to be done, especially among those who would chose to sail to the Anduin.
"Khelek, when I'm not here, could you make sure someone is with Rose at all times?"
The Elf nodded his agreement. He went out the door and softly closed it, leaving Cami beside Rose's bed, grieving in silence.
[ November 04, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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