It is said that second-born sons have all the fun. This much is certainly true for Benedict Bridgerton, free from the burdens held by his eldest brother, the Viscount. One must wonder, how does the second eldest Bridgerton spend his time?
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"I missed you so much, Benedict." Madeleine whispered, curling up against his chest. He kissed her forehead and held her tighter, gently rocking her to soothe her nerves.
"I missed you too, darling. Every day I counted down the moments until I might be able to see that beautiful smile once again." She giggled softly at this and he smiled down at her, glad to see that she was feeling a bit better.
She could not fathom the effect that the Bridgerton boy had on her. Just an hour ago she was in nearly the worst pain of her life, all hope seemingly vanished, but with a simple touch of his hand, she felt completely safe and at peace. She lifted her head and looked up at him, gently placing her hand on his cheek.
"Thank you for being here for me." She whispered softly and he lifted his own hand, placing it over hers before pressing a gentle kiss to her palm.
"I will always be here for you." He kissed her forehead and she smiled, a knock at the door interrupting the two. Anthony soon entered, followed by the doctor.
"Madeleine, this is Doctor Phillips. He is going to take care of your injuries, all right?" Anthony's voice was gentle and she nodded up at him, sitting up. Benedict helped her to reposition so that the doctor could examine her, watching her with worried eyes to make sure she wasn't in pain.
"Hello, Madeleine. It is nice to meet you. Let's take a look, shall we? That's quite the cut you've got there." He seemed friendly and he gently took Madeleine's face in his gloved hands, bringing a disinfectant up to the cut.
Anthony watched closely as Madeleine winced in pain at the antiseptic, Benedict taking her hand in his and stroking it with his thumb to comfort her. His concerned eyes did not move from her face. Anthony smiled just slightly, it was nice to see that his younger brother had somebody to care for. He was glad the two had each other.
The doctor carefully placed an ointment and a bandage on the cut after cleaning it before moving to her wrist. He wrapped it delicately, followed by her ankle.
"Well, I am glad to inform you that the sprains are minor, and you should be as good as new in no time." He smiled at the girl, which she returned, before finishing the tape on the wrapping around her ankle.
"I will give you something to help with the pain for tonight, but it should be much better in a few days' time." He handed her a small pouch holding two pills and she thanked him, setting them on the nightstand.
"Thank you, Doctor Phillips. Benedict and I will keep an eye on her. Let me walk you out." Anthony walked over to the door, the doctor wishing a good night to the two before following the eldest out of the room.
As they approached the door, Anthony cleared his throat. "Doctor Phillips, I must ask you a favor." The older man turned toward him and nodded, urging him to continue.
"These injuries.. Madeleine's injuries were caused by her great uncle. The Queen ordered that she remain under his custody and I would like documentation of the extent of the injuries to provide The Queen with. I think it might change her mind."
