The morning light shines through the thin curtain material. Grace stirs uncomfortably in the hard wood chair. Waking fully, she realizes Stella has wiggled partially out of the bonds confining her; carefully she reties them, not wishing to wake her. Stella still has a fever, but her color is improved. Smearing blood paste on the forehead of her sickly sister, Grace wonders if any of this will help. With several glasses of the drug/blood liquid left, she makes a fresh fire and tries to warm herself, watching the flames lick the dry wood. As it sizzles and pops, she prepares another dose of medicine for Stella. Starring into the glass of blood, she wonders what Jack is doing; what would he say now?
Stella, woken by the sounds of the fire, stares at Grace coming towards her; she moves over to the bedside, with the lovely crimson liquid. Oh! more sweets for me then? I'm ready for it---all of it! Opening her mouth wide, she lets Grace pour the warm and tingle making concoction down her eager throat. Ha-ha-ha! You know who's fault this is don't you, dear sister...why I am like this now...and you know how I am going to repay him for it? Ha-ha! Stella you need to rest; I promise it will be alright. Please try to stay calm.
Oh, it will be alright, alright. You just wait and see how alright I can make things. Yes, everyone will see...everyone.
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Everyone! yikes. Stella gives me the shivers. in a good way.
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