preview

Persuasive Essay : ' The Physician Murmured '

Good Essays

To hear him howling in pain, crying out for our lady mother, tore at my heart. It had started in the early morning hours days before. Was this to be the end of my beloved brother? What would become of me? "Make him stop! For the love of God, make him stop!" I begged the good physician, who stood, rummaging through his bag of medicines and tools, at the foot of my brother 's bed. "My Prince," he said without turning, "would that I could, but I cannot." "Surely," a white-faced guard near the door trembled. "Surely there is something you can do?" "I can make him comfortable," the physician murmured. "I can give him something to take his mind from the pain, but I cannot take the pain." Before the guard or myself could beg for a miracle from a man unable to give us one, the door swung open, and in walked my uncle, Lord Protector, in his customary black tunic and hose. "My Lord," the physician bowed as the guard sprang to attention. My uncle swept passed the man and knelt at my brother 's bedside. "Your Highness." His voice was a soft, sad whisper. "Can you hear me?" My brother turned his head, and let out a wail of pain as he did. "U-uncle?" he gasped out. "Uncle, please. The pain..." My uncle turned his head to the physician, despair written upon his face. "Good sir, tell me there is hope." The physician paled. To answer that question was damning, and well we all knew it. If he were wrong, his reputation would be ruined, and his very life could be in danger. "Tell me true, man!"

Get Access