Nora's Diary

It’s been well over a week since I found him.  I’m not too sure how long, but it has been quite a while.

None of the other’s have come by to help or see him.  It’s just me and the blue girl.  I could expect it of the lady, but I would have thought he was somewhat friends with the others.  With Josie, though, I can almost understand why she was not here.  It doesn't help that I haven't really tried to hard to let them know.

I have spent a good bit of time talking with this shaman.  Apparently she is Kor’s former lover.  She doesn’t want to talk about it much, but it is a bit obvious she isn’t happy about the former part.  I can understand Josie not wanting to be here because of her.

I’m still not happy about this.  I don’t like being here, helping him.  But I can’t simply leave him be.  I was trained to heal in the cathedral.  I just wouldn’t feel right letting him die without at least trying to help.  That and he is technically a member of my pack.  At least one of us should check on him.

That’s not to say I like him.  I still feel uncomfortable around him.  I still do not like him.

The sleeping droughts have had to be scaled back.  Supposedly if we keep him like this, he might never wake up.  I’m quite tempted to put it into the broth she gives him in his sleep.  But she doesn’t let me help with anything other than the bandages.

I’m pretty sure Josie would be pretty angry if she saw how this other woman hovers over him.  I’m going to make sure I let her know about it if she doesn’t already know.  I left her a letter at their house.  Though I’m pretty sure she hasn’t been home since then.

He grumbles in his sleep.  Things like “don’t want to die alone” and “it hurts”.  I wonder if he can tell that the wound is infected?  That is why this is taking so long.  The shaman and I are trying to cleanse it from him, but it has nearly drained her.  Pretty much says I have done nothing to help, which is a bit true.  I’ve mostly just made the salves, potions, and bandages.  Not much, but I really don't want to do much more.

She’s not here right now.  She said she needed to sleep in her own bed.  From everything she’s told me about herself, and what I know of him, I simply do not see how a woman like her (or Josie for that matter) can even like him.

He’s just so big, hairy, and... (the pen scratches across the page)

and he’s waking up.  I need to find her quickly.