The Duke's Daughter (Editing)

Chapter Thirteen

              I honestly didn't want to go help Drew. I thought maybe leaving him there would be better, but it wasn't humane. So I gave a small groan and ran back towards him. "Drew are you alright?" I asked. He a little so bruised up. Drew must've hit his head for there was some blood spilling from his forehead. His right foot looked like it was swelling.

             "Come closer." He whispered. Drew seemed so weak there on the ground. I leaned in closer. "Come closer." He said again.

             "Do I need to get some help?" I asked a little worried. What was I going to tell Olivia if Drew died right in front of me?

            I must've been at least an inch away from his face. I tried looking for his pulse, to see if his heart was beating alright. "All I need you to do is kiss me." Drew smirked. His hands was slowly going around towards my back. 

            Anger began welding in me as I said, "I hope you go to--"

           "What is going on here?" GIl shouted from the left of us. I quickly pushed Drew away from me and ran towards Gil. His eyes searched mine.

         "Gil, I--"

       "DREW!" Olivia screamed bloody murder, "What on earth happened here?"

        "Nothing darling, really. Lenora and I found a flight of birds. We were running towards it so I could shoot and I sprung my ankle. How clumsy of me." Drew looked at me trying to make his story sound factual, "Isn't that right, Lenora?" 

         "Um..." I pondered, "Yes."

         "Well, what are we doing here then? Mr. Yeardley get my cousin Jerrold and help my Drew up!" Olivia shooed Gil to go. Before he made a move, Gil looked at me almost hurt.

          What must Gil be thinking of me? That conniving Drew Woods. How dare he have tried to have me kiss him? And Gil, how was I supposed to tell him this without Drew getting a bloody nose?

         Soon enough, Jerry and Gil get Drew back into the house and just as soon as that, Henrietta called a doctor to come check on him. Olivia wouldn't leave his side, crying over him as if he was going to die. Elisa tried to calm her, but nothing would do. "He broke his ankle," said the doctor knowingly, "I'm aware that Sir Woods was supposed to leave later this month to go back to war?"

         "Yes, February 19th." Elisa responded.

         "Well, I'm sorry to say, but he won't be able to serve until his ankle is completely healed."

         "How long?" Olivia asked amongst her tears.

        "I'd say three months. But don't worry, he'll be good as new." Said the doctor as he patted Drew's shoulder and left the room. Drew was already asleep and moaning.

        "Well, I suppose I can go back to the hospital in April. I could be of some use here," Elisa said, "I'll be back with some bandages. Excuse me." And with that Elisa left Olivia and I alone.

         "I should probably be going. Anna and I--" I was cut short.

         "Not so fast!" Olivia exclaimed, "I saw you and Drew today talking..." 

         Oh for the love of God... "It's not what you thi--"

         "No! It's exactly what I think! You are trying to still my Drew from me! Isn't that right?" She accused, "Well, you just wait I'll make your life so miserable you'll wish you were never born."