Chapter 33: Taking care of Gooseberry
Theodore’s Mansion
Late Night, Bedroom.
Theodore came back looking haggard and slightly cold, he had returned home later than he’d ever come but as he had insisted yet much to his surprise he hadn’t met Lydia waiting for him, she was instead lying in bed the way he had left her with a visible dip in the bed, making it pretty obvious to him she hadn’t left the bed since early noon today. He was gripped with unimaginable fear that instant which made him rush to the edge of the bed, forgetting his exhaustion and perhaps blood-stained attire to check if she was well and alive for at least a physician tomorrow.
"Gooseberry" he whispered before touching her face, moving some dark hairs out of her face,
"Mmmm, you’re back"
"That I am, I couldn’t get a physician I could trust, I’d never needed one" he explained quickly, feeling irresponsible and inattentive for not realising what he had been noticing that morning was something serious.
"Oh, Theodore, it’s nothing serious" she countered, her back now pressed against the bed, the outcome of her turning from her sides.
"But you’re still in bed, where I left you this morning and you’ve been sweating since morning"
"Do I stink to you" she sniffed and he knew it wasn’t to feign hurt, she was catching a cold
He withdrew baffled "God no, Lydia you could never stink even if you tried" his swift reply made her cheeks flare
"It’s... What is that ?" her eyes lit up as she caught sight of a basket at the foot of the bed