Evie<br/><br/>Evie had been running backwards and forwards between the kitchens and the dining room carry the various trays and platters that held the food and dinner for the family and their guests.  She was tired, her feet ached, the dishes were hot and she was struggling with the last heavy dish.  it contained the vegetables and cook had told her to be careful with it.<br/><br/>She had managed to carry it all the way but as she went to push the big doors open with her rear the cloth slipped and she was left holding the silver wear.  The pain flared through her hand and up her arm, but she continued to hold the dish, she knew it would be more than her own worth to drop the dish.  There were tears in her eyes as she rushed as fast as she dare across the room, trying not to knock into anyone, the pain was almost unbearable and she couldn't hide the sob as she finally put the dish down.  She felt the room spin as she stepped back, her hand was bright red, the skin already badly blistered, from the palm, across the fingers and down to the heel of her hand.  She stood starring at it, crying, unable to do much.  She staggered away and almost collapsed, bumping into somebody and whimpering her distress, her hand was now bright red, and she couldn't really move it, it hurt so very much.