⚠️Warning: scenes depicting falling mental health, post-traumatic stress, possible hallucinations, and scenes of mourning, grief and death. If affected, please read with caution.⚠️
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{•Lynette•}
I took a deep breath as Shy examined me, using a stethoscope to hear my heartbeats while I got another blood trasnfusion.
"You're getting stronger... That's good," she said happily as she pulled the earbuds from the stethoscope out.
Its been a few days and even if its still slow, my wounds have been healing more and I'm not really limping anymore. There's still some dull aches, and some of the whipping slashes on my back are still taking time, but aside from that I'm getting better.
Despite that, however, its lead to everyone around me being worried and acting like I'll shatter over a papercut. They've all tried talking to me, especially about.... I just can't....
Add to that, I can't sleep without getting nightmares of everything, and I keep getting this weird feeling that I'm being watched even when I'm alone.
I've had to isolate myself in the infirmary most of the time, since lately I'm feeling too overwhelmed by everyone in the manor, even by Leda and the servants.
Just the other day I got upset with Jay over my medication... I still feel bad, especially since she's so young, and she was just following orders....
"You're getting stronger everyday... Despite it being only our blood, your wounds are healing well...." she said. "Might even just give half-pints from now on, every couple of days, and depend more on the potions and medicine... I know its starting to get old for you, so we're gonna start taking it slower from now on...."
I sighed and nodded. "Sounds good...."
"Your new room should also be ready... I'm sure you'll want out of this infirmiry room as soon as possible," she said, trying to encourage me.
"Yeah... Even in another realm, hospitals and infirmaries make me all queasy..." I said.
She gave me a soft smile and then checked the IV.
"We'll give this a few more minutes and then stop, okay?" She said.
I quietly nodded, and picking at my skirt of my black dress.
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(Picture: example of Lynette's current dress)
Since my ribs were still healing a little from severe bruising and fractures, Emerson and now Victoria had to make sure my dresses were comfortable and loose, and that I avoided a corset until I completely healed.
I actually don't really care, since I do admit I am more comfortable without the corsets, and rather not relive the the one I had to endure with Alexander almost a month ago.
