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.
• "Thank you," I whisper, my voice choked with gratitude. I glanced at Alston, who was pale and breathing shallowly beside me. "This means everything, Lucy."