My Mistake - My Mistake trilogy part 1

𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

Don't know if there is a glitch or what, but it appears like there's a part that repeats when I viewed this on my mobile phone. 

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There was a knock on Ciel's door. The earl looked up. Baldroy. 

"What is it? Is Sebastian alright?"

"He's still feeling sick. I just wanted to check in on you."

There was footsteps from inside the room, then Ciel opened the door. "I was going to tell him the information I found. I suppose you can take notes."

"Let me find some paper." Baldroy patted his pockets, and eventually found a notepad in his back pockets. He couldn't find a pen. "I don't have anything to write with."

Ciel sighed. "Come in. You can sit there and take notes." Ciel grabbed a pen and pointed to a seat near his desk, then handed the pen to Baldroy.

Baldroy sat down in the chair. "Thanks. So what did you find out?" 

"The enrollment process begins in a week and a half. A week and three days, to be exact. So Sebastian has time to recover." Baldroy copied the first part down. "And we will both need to be there, since I need a guardian to enroll me."

"What if Sebastian is not better by then?" Baldroy asked.

"I suppose I could ask Aunt Francis. It needs to be a relative or my guardian. Sebastian was the first person who came to my mind." Ciel sat down on the edge of his desk. "I hope he is better by then, or we won't be able to investigate the case like Her Majesty wants us to."

"Can't she do it herself?"

"She has the whole of London to rule. She can't drop everything and investigate every case that comes along. That's our job."

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Sebastian rolled over and pressed the compress to his stomach.

The chamomile tea had done nothing to settle his stomach like he thought it would, and he'd vomited twice more in a half hour. He didn't know if throwing up this much was normal, and this was the first time he had felt so sick during his term. Perhaps a visit with the Undertaker was in order.

"But Undertaker can only do so much, and he was only guessing at how to treat me." Sebastian muttered to himself. "If I'm going to figure out what this is, I need someone who's skilled in this." 

He disengaged one hand from his stomach and reached for the phone on his nightstand, praying he could do this without throwing up again. His hand landed on the phone, and he brought it to him. He flipped the phone open with his trembling hand and dialed the number.

666-XXX-XXXX

The phone rang once, twice, three times. "Please pick up."

The fourth ring was interrupted halfway and Sebastian could hear the phone being picked up. 

"Longus residence."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was about to head off to the market. Why? You don't sound very good."

"I feel even worse than I sound, trust me. I need you to send a doctor down to see me."

"What happened?" Sebastian could hear the concern in Dieter's voice."Is what the general told me true? For you to go to a doctor willingly.."

"If he told you about me being with child, then, yes it's true. I feel sick, and I don't know if this is normal. I need a doctor to see me."

"Yeah, I'll send one down right away," There was the sound of pages being turned. "Do you have a certain one you want to see?"