Written by: GothicKitty77 and XxTMTxX
Something's Wrong: Chapter Four:
I woke up with a splitting headache, and a fever. I felt very ill, and it was hard for me to move around. I figured I had just gotten sick over the night, so I didn't think much of if.
I looked down beside my bed to find baby Jack sleeping away, and a note beside his head.
I picked it up and read.
Cecilia Claire,
You were still sleeping when I came in this morning to check on you. I changed the baby's diaper, and fed him. I hope I didn't do it the wrong way. Are you ill? Your cheeks were really red when I came in. Do you have a fever?
Adrian Rowland
I wondered where he could be at now, and wished that I could tell him I was fine. It was probably nothing to worry about.
I heard baby Jack yawn, so I looked back down at him and saw his round brown eyes looking up at me. He didn't look like me and my mother, he looked more like my father, sister, and brother had. He had their brown hair, brown eyes, dimples, and was usually in a good mood.
Me and mom had been the only two with red hair, and green eyes. Dad said that it made us special in the family.
I smiled down at him, got out of bed, picked him up, and then headed out into the hallway to look for Adrian.
I found him in his study reading a book by his fire place.
"Good morning, Adrian." I said cheerily acting like I was feeling fine.
He put his book down and looked at me, "How are you feeling?"
His eyes searched my face for any hint that I wasn't telling the truth as I said, "I feel fine."
Although I had started to feel a little light headed.
"You don't look like you feel fine." he said stubbornly as he stood and crossed the distance between us in just a few seconds.
"Really, I feel well." I said quickly, and I put the baby in the floor as I said this.
Adrian watched me the whole time. I guess he knew that I wasn't telling him the truth.
"Alright, I admit it. I'm sick. But it will pass. It's nothing, really." I admitted finally.
"Maybe you should go back and lay down. I can take care of Jack." he said as he layed his hand on my arm.
"If I did, would it put you at ease, and show you that nothing was wrong with me?" I said making him look me directly in the eyes.
"Yes." was all he said.
I gave a small nod and said, "I'll go lay down then. Just make sure that he gets fed."
Baby Jack giggled again, and I smiled. At least he was happy.
I turned and left out of the door I had come through, then headed back to the room I was staying in.
I lay down on the bed once I got there, but I couldn't fall asleep. Something was wrong, and I knew it. My body felt weak, and my mind was running with thoughts. I was burning up, and I knew that it wasn't from the fever I had.
I turned onto my side when I heard the bedroom door open, and pretended to be sleeping. Adrian would know by my eyes, that something was wrong, and I didn't want him to see. Maybe he had taken to much blood, but I would be well within a couple of days.
Once he had closed the door, I turned to where I was lying on my back. It hurt to lay on my sides for some reason, like my lungs were sore and couldn't stand any pressure from my ribs.
Adrian would panic if he saw me like this, so I prayed that he wouldn’t come back in here until I was able to fall asleep.
As I lay there thinking of a sickness that caused this horrible fever like feeling and hurting throughout my body my lungs felt as if they had instantly caught on fire. I choked a strangled scream out and within seconds Adrian was in the bedroom, gently putting baby Jack into his crib and hurrying over to me.
My face must have been terrifying because when Adrian looked at me he cringed back and then I saw the pain in his eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked as I put my hand over my mouth and coughed. When I pulled my hand back there were blood spots. I panicked and felt like I was going to pass out. Adrian's hands were on my neck and the coolness of his hands seemed to make the fire in my throat flare once again.
"Please! Please make it stop!" I screamed causing blood to pool in my throat.
I felt a cloak of blackness cover my mind and I tilted my head to look at Adrian. He seemed to be concentrating on something and struggling to keep at it.
"Help." I whispered trying to reach for his hand but my hands felt as if they were strapped to the bed.
"I'm trying, Cecilia. I don't know what's going on, so I can't help!" Adrian said, breaking his concentration and the black cloak slipped away causing the pain to flood back.
Redness clouded my vision and I screamed but then I lost consciousness.
