Mr. Grey-Book I

16

Emilia

"Are you feeling any sort of pain?" Dr. Jones, the Grey family's physician, asked as she examined me. She had stopped by the house this morning at Mrs. Grey's request to check on my well-being.

I was reclined in a chair in an unfamiliar room filled with medical equipment. The space could easily be mistaken for a small clinic. I shook my head in response to her question, my eyes wandering around the sterile environment.

Dr. Jones nodded, her kind eyes studying me carefully. "What about rest? Are you having any trouble sleeping?" She leaned in, checking my pupils - first the left eye, then the right. After a moment, she pulled away with a slight frown. "You clearly are."

She placed her tools back in her bag before taking out a prescription pad. "Let's try temazepam. It will help you relax and sleep much better." Her pen scratched against the paper as she wrote out the prescription. "It should be taken twice daily."

I nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease. "Okay..."

She tore the paper from her pad and handed it to me. "Take care, Emilia," she said with a reassuring smile before walking out the door.

"Thanks, doctor," I replied, forcing a smile as I watched her leave the room.

Once alone, I let out a light sigh and stood up from the chair. I made my way out of the medical room and into the hallway, trying to find my way back to my bedroom. As I strode along the empty corridors, a sudden chill ran down my spine when my eyes landed on a familiar door - one I had come to know all too well during my time here.

Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I looked straight ahead and continued on to my room. Once inside, I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I tried to calm my racing thoughts.

Feeling tired and emotionally drained, I threw myself onto the bed, arms outstretched, and stared up at the ceiling. My mind began to drift, pondering my strange new life in this house and all the unanswered questions that came with it.

A sudden knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie. "Come in," I called out, sitting up straight as the door swung open. A man entered, carrying a huge box in his arms.

"This just came in for you, ma'am," he said, his face impassive.

Curiosity piqued, I stood up and walked over to him. "Who is it from?" I asked as he handed the box to me.

"I don't know, I was just asked to deliver it to you," he answered.

I took the box from him, offering a smile. "Thank you." He simply nodded and walked away, leaving me alone with the mysterious package.

Who could have sent this? I wondered, noticing a card attached to the box. I carefully opened it and read the message inside:

This is my way of saying thank you for accepting to accompany me to the event.
_Lucas R.

A grin spread across my face as I read Lucas's name. I was so engrossed in the card that I almost didn't notice when Nina walked in.

"An admirer, huh?" she said, a curious smile playing on her lips. "Who's it from?"

"Lucas," I replied, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.