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 slaughters five or six a year.† â€Å"He didn't murder this one,† Elena mumbled. â€Å"He got what he deserved.† She crushed Ulma's hand. She was boundlessly alleviated 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 an unpredictably designed stone patio and afterward down a warped foyer with some strong, good looking entryways. At long last, she thumped on one and a shriveled man with an enormous head and the faintest leftover of a wispy whiskers opened the entryway mindfully. â€Å"I don't keep any ketterris here! No hexen, no zemeral! What's more, I don't do cherish 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 the blink of an eye. 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 side of what resembled a jam-packed wizard's haven, with a considerable amount of voodoo and witch specialist tossed in. Elena, Meredith, and Bonnie looked at each other apprehensively, however 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 altogether, moving his sleeves up to his elbows and making a great deal 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 spotless white-sheeted analyzing 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 lavish dying. He additionally opened different drawers to pull out solid smelling sacks 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 in some 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 made due with saying, â€Å"But our lord is totally different from hers.† They were altogether different, she thought. Damon didn't have a messed up neck, for a certain something. Furthermore, for another, regardless of how horrible 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 here and there. However, 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 tenderly palpated her midsection underneath Elena's bleeding nightgown, all with an expert air, before tipping to her lips an earthy colored jug, 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 considerable amount 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 positive ramifications of aversion. â€Å"But I can nearly guarantee you that she won't pass on. About her angel I don't have the foggiest idea. It might come out set apart because of this business †striped pigmentations, maybe †or it might be entirely okay. 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 jumped at 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, experts were aces †and Damon was more mind blowing and scaring than most. Yet, 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. All over, here and there. Dr. Meggar's eyebrows looked like two caterpillars on one flexible string. One lingered somewhat behind the other. Plainly, the conduct he was seeing was unusual, even subject to be rebuffed by genuine methods. In any case, Elena just saw him incidentally, the manner in which she was seeing Damon. â€Å"Help her,† she said energetically †and watched the specialist's eyebrows shoot up as though they were focused on the roof. She'd let her atmosphere escape. Not totally, express gratitude toward God, yet an impact had certainly released, similar to a glimmer of sheet lightning in the room. Also, the specialist, who wasn't a vampire, however only a conventional resident, had seen it. Lakshmi had seen it; even Ulma blended on the looking at table precariously. I will must be a mess increasingly cautious, Elena thought. She cast a brief glance at Damon, who was going to detonate, himself †she could tell. An excessive number of feelings, a lot 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 straightforwardly from his brain. 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 excellent 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 wraps so they can steadfast 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 essentially. â€Å"Any lady watching her ought to have known.† She saw Bonnie blaze her a harmed look, however Meredith stayed equivocal. â€Å"That awful slave master †Drogsie †or whatever †was whipping her from the front,† Elena said. â€Å"And take a gander at those gashes.† She flinched, investigating two stripes that crossed Ulma's sternum. â€Å"In that case, any lady would be attempting to secure her bosoms, however this one was attempting to cover her gut. 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 swathes and stop your own bleeding,† he said †to Elena, not to Damon. Clearly, 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 purposely, leaving her with a clear divider to gaze at. In the specialist's lounge 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 crowd is undermining the house with pyro-crime, do you get it? Both of you?† Elena could see Bonnie going to exclaim, â€Å"But Elena's still bleeding!† and Meredith was with her eyes and temples calling committee on whether they expected to hold a quick velociraptor sisterhood insubordination. They all knew Plan A for this: Bonnie would dedicate herself completely to Damon's arms, energetically sobbing or enthusiastically 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 blaze of her own eyes, had completely nixed this. Damon was furious, indeed, yet she could detect that it was more with Drohzne than with her. The blood had fomented 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 protected would live, and may even have her child. In any case, if Damon had something at the forefront of his thoughts, she needed to comprehend what it was â?