Chapter 151


    Chapter 151 Dangerous visit


    BECKY


    Before my brain could start spinning out with the possibilities of this revtion, I gestured to the cots


    pressed up against the walls.


    “Why don’t you take a seat and tell me more about this,” I advised gently. “I’ll go grab a stool and then


    we can talk.”


    The mother nodded, and as they got situated back in their beds, I stepped into the office and grabbed


    the stool in front of the desk, along with a notepad and a pen. I carefully wheeled the chair out into the


    hallway in front of their beds and opened the pad to a fresh sheet of paper once I sat down.


    “So, before we start, what are your names?” I asked with a small smile. “I’m


    we start, what are your names?” Becky, and I’m a researcher and healer in training from Anemond.”


    “Anemond?” the mother asked in surprise, and when I nodded, her eyes widened. “Wow. I’ve never


    been to the capital before. Is it as amazing as they say?”


    “Parts of it are alright,” I admitted, and then I leaned in closer. “But from what I’ve seen of Wild


    Crawler… it’s much better here.”


    “Really?” she gasped, and her hand fell to her chest. “My goodness. That’s quite apliment. Well,


    anyways, my name is Ang, and this is my daughter, Marina.”


    Marina smiled and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.


    “It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I said genuinely. “Now, could you tell me more about what you said?


    That the disease came from the mountain? What does that


    ean?”


    Marina and Ang nced at one another and then Ang cleared her throat.


    “I didn’t believe the rumors when I went there for a visit,” she exined quietly,


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    and she folded her hands in herp. “But it seemed to be true. Otherwise, why would Marina and I


    have gotten infected so quickly after our trip?”


    “If that’s the case, why didn’t I see that same pattern in other patients’ records?” I asked respectfully. “I


    didn’t see any evidence stating that the patients. here all came from near the mountains?”


    Ang let out a small sigh and then shook her head.


    “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I know that not all of the people who got infected came here for help


    because they knew this wasn’t going to be cured. I know a few people, neighbors, friends, people I’ve


    known my whole life… they chose to stay home rather than die in this cold, dark clinic.”


    At the mention of death, Ang’s eyes started to well up with tears.


    “Hey, don’t cry-” I tried to soothe her, but it was no use. The tears spilled onto her pale cheeks, and


    when I looked over at Marina, I was saddened to see that she was crying as well. My heart began to


    ache as sadness knawed at my belly.


    This was a terrible situation that no one deserved to be in. Both Ang and Marina were far too young


    to have to worry about death.


    Though I nearly joined them in their fit of upset, I managed to pull myself together. I needed to stay


    under control and put them at ease to keep the other patients from panicking as well.


    “Shhh,” I attempted again to soothe them. “Please, don’t cry. It’s going to be alright. I promise I’m going


    to visit the mountain area and try to find some evidence to corroborate your theory. I’ll take some


    samples, interview some people, and do everything in my power to get us closer to some answers.”


    “Thank you,” Marina sniffled, and after she wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, she turned to


    her still-weeping mother. “Please, Mother. Take a deep breath. Let’s try to get some sleep, alright?


    You’ve been awake for hours.”


    Ang nodded, and eventually, sheyed down in her col. As Marina tucked her in and wrapped a


    nket around her, recurring memories shed in my mind. I’d


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    spent countless nights doing the same for my own ailing mother. I would wipe her tears, tuck her into


    bed, and soothe her cries. It was a difficult job, but I would do it a million times over.


    “Get some sleep,” I said gently. “Good night,dies.”


    “Good night, Healer Becky,” Marina said, and as I walked back down the corridor, a smile reached my


    lips.


    Healer Becky. No one had ever called me that before.


    When I returned to the office, I closed the door andy down on the couch. Though I was physically


    tired, my mind raced.


    I didn’t know how much I believed in a “curse of the mountain” but there had to be something behind


    Ang’s belief, and I wanted to find out what it was.


    When Dic kson arrived at the clinic early the next morning, I felt like the walking dead. I was awake, but


    just barely, and hadn’t left my perch on the office couch.


    “Good morning,” he greeted me chipperly, and he gestured to me with a brown paper bag. “I brought us


    some breakfast.””


    “That’s very kind of you,” I said, and I stifled a yawn as he rifled through the bag. He handed me a


    fragrant pastry, and my mouth began to water as I epted it gratefully.


    “Did something happenst night?” he frowned as his blue eyes trailed over me. “Your eyes have dark


    circles. Did you get any rest?”


    1 took a bite of the pastry and then shook my head.


    “No,” I said. “Not exactly. But I do have something I’d like to discuss with you.”


    “Of course,” Dic kson replied seriously, and he dragged a chair over to me. He took a seat and then


    studied me closely. “What’s going on?”


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    I took a breath and then told him what Ang had told mest night. Dic kson. listened carefully, and


    once I was finished, he frowned.


    “I’ve heard of this before,” he admitted, and his eyebrows knitted together. “But I didn’t pay much


    attention to it at the time. People tend to believe in superstition when they find medical science unable


    to clear their doubts and fears. What do you think, Becky? Is this something you find any validity in?”


    I looked at him for a moment and then answered.


    “Dic kson, have you heard anything about sorcery before?” I wondered.


    His frown deepened and he shook his head. “No.”


    I sighed and decided to be frank.


    “I don’tpletely believe in what Ang said,” I began. “But me and my colleagues in Anemond


    highly suspect that this disease is rted to old sorcery.”


    Dic kson looked shocked, to say the least, but I continued anyway. I briefly told him what we had found


    in Anemond- the poison and the suspicious sorcerer, but I didn’t give him all of the details. As I finished


    the story, Dic kson remained silent. I knew he probably didn’t believe me.


    Just as I was about to say something else, he let out a heavy exhale.


    “This definitely isn’t what I expected you to tell me,” he said slowly. “And it’s hard for me to believe in


    the existence of sorcery. But I agree with you, Becky. Since we have no clue yet how to cure the


    disease, any information is worth


    investigating.”


    I nodded.


    “We should visit the mountain area,” Dic kson decided. “But I think you should report this information to


    the Alpha first. He needs to be aware and evaluate the risk of it all. If what Ang says is true, it’s


    highly possible that we could get infected by visiting the area.”


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    BECKY