55 Warmth- Part 2 (1/2)
Before escaping the slave buildings and its walls, she had been subjected to too many needles stuck into her body. There were things that took place behind those large walls which people outside the walls weren't aware of. It was a place for the unfortunates. Thinking about it, she couldn't believe that she had escaped from the slave establishment. It felt unbelievable like a dream which she didn't want to wake up from.
”You don't have to worry about attending the soiree that my mother has arranged. So please do rest well,” he said helping her with the glass of water she had tried reaching for at the side table.
”I am sorry for not able to make it. I should have been careful.”
”You didn't know that the ground was dug few days ago, with mud pushed back in place. Nicholas has already asked the townsmen to place a warning to avoid a repetition of it. Right now you need to concentrate on recovering your health and I am sure mother will understand it,” he assured her, though Heidi doubted his mother, Lady Venetia would take her absence well.
”Will you be going?” she asked.
”To the soiree? Yes,” Warren replied, ”We have few important people visiting us tonight. You could say they are my mother's far relatives whom I haven't met in years. Nicholas and I will be away for the night, and will return early in the morning. The butler has taken responsibility of making sure to take care of you until we return back.”
When Heidi fell asleep and woke up again after Warren left the room, she turned to look outside the window from her bed. The sky had turned dark even though the clock still showed it was the time of evening. Alone in the room, she twisted and turned in her bed, from left to right as she felt hot and then cold again. The haziness still lingered in her head. It was only a matter of few minutes before the sky began pouring rain heavily accompanied by thunder and lightning. Sadly her room wasn't furnished with a fireplace. She shivered in cold, pulling the blanket closer to her body and covering every side such that no air reached her. Having no appetite to eat, she had sent the maid away while faking to be asleep but she couldn't avoid the butler.
”Ms. Curtis, you need to eat something if you want to get better,” he tried convincing her.
”I am fine. I just need to sleep,” came the muffled voice under the blanket which she was in.
”How about one bowl of soup? You can finish it quickly and then go to sleep. Master wouldn't be pleased if he heard that you haven't eaten anything. The night is cold. You will need something to sustain this weather. Please Ms. Curtis,” hearing the plea from the butler, she slowly peeked out with watery eyes which the butler mistook, ”Are you in pain? Do you want me to get the doctor?” he fretted.
”I think my eyes are just burning due to the fever,” she said while shaking her head at his question, ”I am sorry for giving you a hard time,” she apologized, sitting up on the bed.
”That is fine. It is very rare for us to have sick people in the mansion except for the servants of course as master usually invites vampires at the mansion. Master did fall sick once though,” he muttered the last line.
”Does he not like humans then?” she asked him curious, seeing Stanley place a small stool over her lap.
”I wouldn't say that,” he replied with a quick smile before placing the bowl of soup in front of her, ”The soup is hot. Please be careful with it.”