Behind the Castle's Door [COMPLETED]

Forty-First Door

Alcina was wide awake, her gaze fixed on Clementine, who was soundly sleeping next her. She sighed and looked at her woman; she had attempted to sleep tonight, but her instincts told her not to. They were at Miranda's manor because they couldn't get home due to the rain. Alcina grasped and caressed her cheeks, smiling as she admired her beauty; for Alcina, she was perfection, and her tranquil looks were just enough to whip her.

Clementine scrunched her nose when Alcina caressed her nose. Alcina smiled back as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, I was just admiring your beauty," Alcina whispered.

Before she could even say anything else, Clementine got out of bed and went to the bathroom to vomit her guts out, Alcina immediately followed her inside and rubbed her back to comfort her.

"Did you consume too much alcohol?" Alcina inquired, but her brows drew together as she noticed blue liquid on the sink.

Clementine smiled at Alcina as she wiped her mouth. "I just had one glass of champagne earlier,"

"What was the blue liquid you were vomiting?"

A cough escaped her lips before she could finish her sentence, forcing her to cover her mouth with her palm. However, when she took her hands away from her lips, a splatter of blood covered her palm, widening her eyes in fear.

Alcina fixed her gaze on her and bit her lower lip. "I get a whiff of blood."

She took a breath and swallowed. "I—" she stammers as bile rushes back into her throat.

Alcina rubbed her back and comforted her as she faced the sink once more.

Alcina lovingly caressed her back and said, "There, there, let it all out."

As she began to puke, Alcina realized that the white marble sink had turned a dark red color, and she tensed on her spot, her palm remaining firmly on Clementine's back. Clementine had stopped vomiting blue liquid and was now vomiting blood.

"Alcina," she said, struggling to find the words to say.

"I'll call Mother Miranda," Alcina hurriedly stated as she exited the bathroom.

As panic gripped her, Alcina emerged from the restroom and walked over to Miranda's room, knocking on the door as if she intended to smash it. Miranda greeted Alcina, her face irritated; she was clad in a black silk robe with hickeys on her neck, which Alcina observed but feigned not to notice.

"Are you aware of the current time? What do you want in the middle of the night?" Miranda hissed.

"Clementine is in the bathroom vomiting blood."

Miranda's eyes widened, but Irish was there before she could even say anything. She was clothed in a white nightgown similar to Miranda's and wore hickeys around her neck as well.

"Did you just say blood?" Irish cocked her head to the side.

Miranda hurried into the room, followed by Irish and Alcina, before anyone could say anything. They all went to the restroom, where they discovered Clementine on the floor, unconscious. Miranda ran over to her daughter and gently picked her up in her arms.

"Eve? Evie?" Miranda tapped her cheeks softly, but her hand came to a halt when she felt warmth. She peered at Irish and Alcina in the doorway as she raised her head towards Eve's forehead. "She has a fever."

Miranda brought her daughter out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where she laid her down on the bed and covered her with blankets. Irish placed a thermometer into her arm to check her temperature, then scowled as she removed the thermometer after a few seconds of waiting. Alcina, on the other hand was placing a wet cloth on Clementine's forehead to lessen the swelling of her fever.