Descending Road - SOFT PASSAGE by Dana W. Paxson

SOFT PASSAGE

1563 4D

Marra went to the guest room. Opening the door softly, she slipped in and looked down at the man lying swathed in dressings. They’d lifted him on his pad right onto the little bed; he lay breathing slowly and evenly, in what appeared to be a deep sleep. Marra picked up the water bottle and moistened his lips, again and again, letting the water soak into his mouth a few drops at a time, passing an hour patiently tending him. Deen‘s anger bothered her, but not as much as her own fear. Marra‘s fear got in her way when she wanted to help people.

The man’s face, scarred and wounded, was still handsome. Marra bent closer, and touched her lips to his forehead. Oh, please, let us heal him and bring him back. She stood, and backed out of the room, hearing the soft passage of his breathing.

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	SOFT PASSAGE 1563 4D Marra went to the guest room. Opening the door softly, she slipped in and looked down at the man lying swathed in dressings. They’d lifted him on his pad right onto the little bed; he lay breathing slowly and evenly, in what appeared to be a deep sleep. Marra picked up the water bottle and moistened his lips, again and again, letting the water soak into his mouth a few drops at a time, passing an hour patiently tending him. Deen‘s anger bothered her, but not as much as her own fear. Marra‘s fear got in her way when she wanted to help people. The man’s face, scarred and wounded, was still handsome. Marra bent closer, and touched her lips to his forehead. Oh, please, let us heal him and bring him back. She stood, and backed out of the room, hearing the soft passage of his breathing.