Stag and doe

Stag and doe

She was hurt and lonely. The evil wolves drove her away from her herd. The snake, which she has been tried to eat, bitten her, and now she was desperately looking for a water source. If only she find a waterhole that would help her ward off the venom circulating in her veins. But she wandered through the unknown parts of the forest. She didn't know where to look. The sun had long since swung across the horizon. She decided to give up and lay her head in the blueberry shrub when she suddenly saw movement between the thicket of young spruce trees. She pricked up her ears and waited with tension. Not long after that HE came.

He had a stunning white fur. Under his hooves trembled grass. The golden antler rising from its slender elegant head glittered beautifully in the bluish moonlight. She couldn't believe her eyes. She watched him in breathless suspense. Is he God, Death, Lord of the Forest? She didn't know, but it didn't matter. He was here and just seeing him, meeting him was indescribable.

But he wanted to give her not only that. He came up to her, paused, and tossed his head to the right. In a clear gesture, "get up and follow me!" It was an order or recommendation that she couldn't disobey. The deer headed north and the doe followed him.

Together they went through a thicket of spruce trees, a rocky hill and a blue meadow before they stood on the rocky shore of a small lake deep in the forest. Finally she was redeemed. She dipped her throat in the cold water. She was saved. But how should she thank her savior? Could someone like him be interested in her? She looked up at him and uncertainly raked off a few pebbles. He blew and then lowered his crown, then straightened and walked up to her. He brushed friendly on her side. She was accepted.

-*-*-*-*-

Megan put on her medical cap and walked out of the dressing room. She just started her morning shift at Royal Stoke Hospital. Her first charge on the list was a man from room 6. Famous middle-aged patient, who was found unconscious near Lathkill Dale. He was bitten and poisoned by a wild animal. He lost a lot of blood and had to go through a complicated operation. But now he was conscious and relatively fine. He escaped with a nasty scar on his neck and without his memory.

"Good morning, how you slept?" she greeted him as she entered the room.

The man grinned at her. He was sitting on his bed, black, greasy hair falling in his face, and a pencil with a block of papers was in his hand. "How could I sleep? You left the window open and didn't pull the curtains," he replied bitingly.

But Megan did nothing from his remark. "Mr. unknown" was just such the nature of a growler who always finds negative thing on everyone and everything. She was convinced that if she left the window closed, he would complain that there it was hot. So with an unshakable professional smile, she crossed the room and began to remove the plastic bag from the trash can. "So you didn't sleep and you drew instead?" she noted when she saw the man's sketches on the bedside table right next to it.

"Yes," the patient simply replied, still stooping over a block of papers to sketch something. His large hooked nose was almost buried in his creation.

"Do you think you are drawing something from your past?" she asked with interest, picking up one of his works. The picture shows a stag with a doe on the edge of the lake. The doe was just drinking and the stag was holding something like an earthworm in his mouth, or was it a snake? The nurse thought for a moment that their mysterious patient was a believer before. Though the idea of the sarcastic and annoying man as a priest was quite absurd. Maybe he was a painter? According to that little picture, he definitely had talent.

She shrugged anyway and walked over to the other bed, to made it.

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