The Return: Shadow Souls Chapter 17

â€Å"Her name's Ulma,† a voice stated, and Elena looked down to discover Lakshmi keeping down the draperies of the litter with a hand over her head. â€Å"Everybody knows Old Drohzne and his slaves. He beats them until they drop and afterward anticipates them to get his rickshaw and continue conveying a heap. He executes five or six a year.† â€Å"He didn't murder this one,† Elena mumbled. â€Å"He got what he deserved.† She pressed Ulma's hand. She was boundlessly calmed when the litter halted and Damon himself showed up, similarly as she was going to begin bartering with one of the litter bearers to convey Ulma in their arms to the specialist. Without respect for his garments, Damon still in some way or another figured out how to pass on lack of engagement even as he got the lady †Ulma †and gestured to Elena to tail him. Lakshmi skipped around him and started to lead the pack into a complicatedly designed stone yard and afterward down a slanted foyer with some strong, decent looking entryways. At long last, she thumped on one and a shriveled man with an enormous head and the faintest leftover of a wispy facial hair opened the entryway warily. â€Å"I don't keep any ketterris here! No hexen, no zemeral! What's more, I don't do adore spells!† Then, peering foolishly, he appeared to concentrate on the little gathering. â€Å"Lakshmi?† he said. â€Å"We've brought a lady who needs help,† Elena said in a matter of seconds. â€Å"She's pregnant, as well. You're a specialist, right? A healer?† â€Å"A healer of some constrained capacity. Come in, come in.† The specialist was hustling into a back room. They all tailed him, Damon despite everything conveying Ulma. When she showed up, Elena saw that the healer was toward the edge of what resembled a packed wizard's haven, with a lot of voodoo and witch specialist tossed in. Elena, Meredith, and Bonnie looked at each other anxiously, yet then Elena heard water sprinkling and understood that the specialist was in the corner in light of the fact that there was a bowl of water there, and the healer was washing his hands completely, moving his sleeves up to his elbows and making a ton of foamy air pockets. He may consider himself a â€Å"healer,† yet he understood essential cleanliness, she thought. Damon had put Ulma onto what resembled a perfect white-sheeted inspecting table. The specialist gestured to him. At that point, tch-tching, he pulled out a plate of instruments and set Lakshmi about bringing fabrics to clean the cuts and steadfast the plentiful dying. He likewise opened different drawers to pull out solid smelling packs and remained on a stepping stool to pull down bunches of herbs that were hung from the roof. At long last he opened a little box and took a spot of snuff, himself. â€Å"Please hurry,† Elena said. â€Å"She's lost a great deal of blood.† â€Å"And you've lost not a little,† the man said. â€Å"My name is Kephar Meggar †and this would be Master Drohzne's slave, yes?† He looked at them, looking by one way or another as though he were wearing glasses, which he wasn't. â€Å"And you would be slaves, too?† He gazed at the single rope Elena was all the while wearing, and afterward at Bonnie and Meredith, each wearing the equivalent. â€Å"Yes, however †† Elena halted. Some infiltrator she was. She'd practically said â€Å"But not so much; it's simply to fulfill show. She agreed to stating, â€Å"But our lord is altogether different from hers.† They were totally different, she thought. Damon didn't have a wrecked neck, for a certain something. Also, for another, regardless of how awful and savage he may be, he could never strike a lady, considerably less accomplish something like this to one. He appeared to have an inward square against it †aside from when he was controlled by Shinichi, and couldn't control his own muscles. â€Å"And yet Drohzne permitted you to carry this lady to a healer?† The little man looked dubious. â€Å"No, he wouldn't have let us, I'm sure,† Elena said straight. â€Å"But please †she's draining and she will have a baby†¦.† Dr. Meggar's eyebrows went all over. Be that as it may, without requesting that anybody leave while he treated her, he pulled out a good old stethoscope and listened cautiously to Ulma's heart and lungs. He smelled her breath, and afterward delicately palpated her mid-region underneath Elena's ridiculous nightgown, all with an expert air, before tipping to her lips an earthy colored container, from which she drank a couple of tastes, at that point sank back, her eyes vacillating shut. â€Å"Now,† the little man stated, â€Å"she's resting easily. She'll require a lot of sewing obviously, and you could utilize a couple of join yourself, yet that is as your lord says, I suppose.† Dr. Meggar said the word ace with a distinct ramifications of aversion. â€Å"But I can nearly guarantee you that she won't bite the dust. About her darling I don't have the foggiest idea. It might come out set apart because of this business †striped pigmentations, maybe †or it might be completely good. Be that as it may, with food and rest† †Dr. Meggar's eyebrows went here and there once more, as though the specialist would have gotten a kick out of the chance to express this to Master Drohzne's face †â€Å"she ought to recover.† â€Å"Take care of Elena first, then,† Damon said. â€Å"No, no!† Elena stated, driving the specialist away. He appeared to be a pleasant man, yet clearly around here, aces were experts †and Damon was more astonishing and scaring than most. In any case, not, right now, to Elena. She couldn't have cared less about herself at the present time. She'd made a guarantee †the specialist's words implied that she may have the option to keep it. That was what she thought about. Here and there, here and there. Dr. Meggar's eyebrows looked like two caterpillars on one versatile string. One lingered somewhat behind the other. Obviously, the conduct he was seeing was anomalous, even at risk to be rebuffed by genuine methods. However, Elena just saw him incidentally, the manner in which she was seeing Damon. â€Å"Help her,† she said fervently †and watched the specialist's eyebrows shoot up as though they were focused on the roof. She'd let her emanation escape. Not totally, express gratitude toward God, however an impact had unquestionably released, similar to a blaze of sheet lightning in the room. What's more, the specialist, who wasn't a vampire, yet only a standard resident, had seen it. Lakshmi had seen it; even Ulma blended on the analyzing table precariously. I will must be a ton increasingly cautious, Elena thought. She cast a brief glance at Damon, who was going to detonate, himself †she could tell. Such a large number of feelings, an excess of blood in the room, and the adrenaline of murdering despite everything beating in his circulation system. How could she know all that? Since Damon wasn't impeccably in charge, it is possible that, she understood. She was detecting things legitimately from his psyche. Best to get him out of here rapidly. â€Å"We'll hold up outside,† she stated, getting his arm, to Dr. Meggar's undeniable stun. Slaves, even delightful ones, didn't act that way. â€Å"Go and hold up in the yard then,† the specialist stated, cautiously controlling his face and addressing the air in the middle of Damon and Elena. â€Å"Lakshmi, give them a few swathes so they can firm the little youngster's dying. At that point return; you can help me.† â€Å"Just one question,† he included as Elena and the others were leaving the room. â€Å"How did you realize that this lady is pregnant? What kind of spell can let you know that?† â€Å"No spell,† Elena said basically. â€Å"Any lady watching her ought to have known.† She saw Bonnie blaze her a harmed look, yet Meredith stayed vague. â€Å"That repulsive slave master †Drogsie †or whatever †was whipping her from the front,† Elena said. â€Å"And take a gander at those gashes.† She jumped, investigating two stripes that crossed Ulma's sternum. â€Å"In that case, any lady would be attempting to ensure her bosoms, however this one was attempting to cover her stomach. That implied she was pregnant, and far along enough to make certain about it, too.† Dr. Meggar's eyebrows drew down and together †and afterward he gazed toward Elena as though peering over glasses. At that point he gestured gradually. â€Å"You take a few gauzes and stop your own bleeding,† he said †to Elena, not to Damon. Evidently, slave or not, she had won a regard from him. Then again, Elena appeared to have lost height with Damon †or possibly, he'd cut his psyche off from hers intentionally, leaving her with a clear divider to gaze at. In the specialist's sitting area, he waved an imperious hand at Bonnie and Meredith. â€Å"Wait here in this room,† he said †no, he requested. â€Å"Don't leave it until the specialist comes out. Try not to give anybody access the front entryway †lock it now, and keep it bolted. Great. Elena is accompanying me into the kitchen †that is the secondary passage. I would prefer not to be upset by anybody except if an irate horde is compromising the house with fire related crime, do you get it? Both of you?† Elena could see Bonnie going to proclaim, â€Å"But Elena's still bleeding!† and Meredith was with her eyes and temples calling board on whether they expected to hold a quick velociraptor sisterhood insubordination. They all knew Plan A for this: Bonnie would devote herself completely to Damon's arms, enthusiastically sobbing or energetically kissing him, whichever best fit the circumstance, while Elena and Meredith came at him from the sides and did †well, whatever must be finished. Elena, with one glimmer of her own eyes, had completely nixed this. Damon was irate, indeed, however she could detect that it was more with Drohzne than with her. The blood had disturbed him, indeed, yet he was accustomed to controlling himself in wicked circumstances. What's more, she required assistance with her injuries, which had started to hurt genuinely, since the time she'd heard that the lady she had saved would live, and may even have her infant. In any case, if Damon had something at the forefront of his thoughts, she needed to realize what it was â?