Chapter Forty
I told Madeleine it was a bad idea to bleed her. She’s known nothing but abuse and torture, and in a disillusioned state of mind from her fever, there was no way she’d accept this. Madeleine told me to hold her down, that the sickness was in her blood and that we had to get rid of it. I hovered my little girl, holding her down, speaking softly to her. “Listen to me, ma fille, there’s going to be a little poke…but it’s going to take the sickness away…be good for me and hold steady for Madeleine.” Rita, even in such a weakened state was having none of it and fought and screamed. She smacked me on the head, making my vision blur temporarily and flayed her arms out, striking anyone that was in her way. Madeleine got struck with the needle. She cried out as blood started gushing from he
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