Chapter 29 A Prayer Answered

My eyes widen and I practically rip the bag open as I check the supplies in the streams of sunlight coming from the small, window. I gasp when I see her handy work: bandages, a needle and thread, antiseptic – everything I had begged for earlier. "I couldn't just watch him die," she says, her voice wavering but firm. Tears start to form in my eyes, but I swallow done the need to cry.