Wizard Butler by Blihioma

Chapter 5: Virus

Rachel was pacing in front of the door of the House of her new husband. He fell suddenly ill and she could not see so much Angelina would not find what he had. The young woman was almost dead anxiety, the wedding had just taken place, they had just finished their wedding, after a weeklong trip. She was supposed to be the one who was a frail, yet it was her husband who was lying in his bed, sick, and it was she who could not join him. Was what kind of woman?

Angelina finally came out of the House and went forward to her. Rachel had not even noticed the Butler for her husband who was waiting in a corner in the shade, unlike Angelina. The young woman hurried alongside her younger sister, holding almost shaking the apprentice doctor for news of Vincent.

"It's nothing serious, his life is not in danger." Them gently reassured red beauty.

Rachel let out a relieved sigh and walked immediately to the door, this vulgar vertical wood panel that separated him from her husband, the perfect man who loved her, and no one else, who chose him to be his wife and the new Lady Phantomhive. But her sister prevented him quickly:

"Rachel!" Hold on! "Angelina grabbed his arm to hold her. "You can't go there."

"Why?" You said it was safe! »

"No, I said that his life was not in danger. I diagnosed a benign virus that his body is disposed already, but it's potentially contagious and with your asthmes problems, you can't see it. »

"But...". But...! I'm his wife! »

"And you called me as a doctor, so as such, I forbid you to go see him." Replied Angelina, intractable.

Rachel seemed ready to tap your foot in a child, but at the same time, she was totally defeated, unable to believe that his health problems her away from her husband. Especially in circumstances where the roles were reversed.

"Hadrian, you can go take care of him. It needs to be changed and drink often. »

"Well Miss slabs." Replied Harry, bowing to the young woman, her eyes shiny recognition.

Also was concerned, he had even believed that Vincent had developed a kind of allergy to his new wife, it would have been very ironic and extremely pleasant. He still had trouble accepting the choice of his Lord on this subject, he was certain that Angelina would have remained in contact with them, even if he was not married to Rachel... But it was a mentality of his time.

When the father of Angelina and Rachel had come to present the hand of his older brother Vincent, the latter had unfortunately no excuse to refuse. Had he done so, humans could view this as a personal attack against his person, and he could forbid her daughters to see him again. And in the 19th century, it was even the father who ran the family and who decided his daughters dating, even after their marriages.

To have Angelina near him, he therefore had to also take Rachel. And if he understood, he struggled to accept it. This woman was not meant to be Lady Phantomhive.

He did not wait longer to reach Vincent in his room, having just time to see Angelina send him an amused smile and hear Rachel ask why Hadrian could go there and not she. He did not stay long enough to hear the medical student explain him that she was the only one to have asthma and fear any little virus that God has made.

Harry immediately headed Vincent and he closed with a wave of the wand - he kept still attached to his forearm - all the curtains of the room, seeing the discomfort of Vincent before so much brightness. He then approached the bed where his beloved was based.

"It's going? He asked her gently.

"Yes, I suppose that I should just rest and wait."

"It's about. Angelina prevents Rachel to come to contaminate. "Sneered the Butler.

An amused smile stretched on the lips of Vincent. He either did not like his wife, but he had no choice to keep Angelina in her knowledge. At least his heir would not be a thankless physics.

"I could heal you if you want." Did Harry, clenching he's wand in he's hand, ready to cast the spell that would restore the health of his master.

"You stop me the pleasure of your company during my recovery?

"If you want." Replied Harry leaning toward him.

"Yes, I want to. Come closer, I'm hot and you're fresh. ' Gently whispered Vincent.

"The cold water would be just as effective."

"But where would be the fun. I prefer you see play the Nice caring nurse. »

Its Hadrian laughed softly, shaking his head. He leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead.

"You can't have it's as long as you're not healing."

"Oh...". So heal me with your magic in this case. »

"Yes, My Lord."