Zelia
For the next two days, I do not leave Charlotte’s side. Day and night I sponge her off, desperately trying to break the fever. The physician, Edward, is a true English gentleman and with his help and herbal remedies, Charlotte’s fever finally breaks.
“She is still very weak, but I think she will pull through,” Edward smiles at me as he examines her.
“My leg,” Charlotte whimpers. “It hurts.”
“May I look?” Edward asks politely.
“Yes, please,” I nod, and I pull up Charlotte’s underdress. There is a swollen red spot on her left thigh, and it is warm to the touch.
I stand back as Edward comes closer and examines it.
“It seems like a splinter that got infected,” he frowns as he gets surgical tools. “Mademoiselle, I am warning you, this will hurt.”
“Bite on this, Charlotte,” I say a
