"Better?" she simpered , putting a hand out to pet my head.
I pulled away from her neatly manicured fingernails . "I need a cast on this leg, not a softer blanket."
"Hmmm. My mother always told me bed rest was the best cure. I think you should have another sleep." She reaches up to adjust the blankets around my arms, but I smack her hands away.
"I don 't need more sleep. I need medical attention." I pull myself up to rest my back against the headboard.
"Don 't be ridiculous my darling, you 're just battling through a fever." She scoots closer to me and brushes her fingers through the wet hair matted to my forehead.
"My leg is broken. " I grab her hand in both of mine. "I need you to help me. We need to go, now."
"Pumpkin, there 's-".
"Look." I interrupt and pull back the covers from my legs and yank the soft cuffs of my pyjamas up to my knees. First one leg then the other.
There 's not a single mark on either of my legs, not a bruise or a cut, nothing.
"Do you see? My darling, I look after you." She runs her hands along each of them and there 's not even the slightest twinge of pain.
I don 't say anything as she tucks me in again, don 't even move as she kisses my forehead and strokes my cheek.
She breaks our silence as she switches the light off and steps out into the hallway.
"Lots of bed rest and that fever will go in no time, sweetie. There’s water on the side table, don’t let yourself go thi...
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...?” She asks.
“A little.” I say, careful to keep my voice level.
“I’m sorry, sweetling, there isn’t much I can do to keep a girl your age entertained.” She sits on the chair again and sweeps the hair back from my forehead.
“You’re growing up far too quickly.” She chuckles.
I 'd been working up the courage to ask her all day, smiled and been good, and now was the time.
"Sarah?" Her eyes snap to mine.
"Yes my darling?"
"How long was I asleep?" Her eyes hold mine for impossibly long. She starts to shuffle the covers around my feet.
" A few hours sweetie ."
"No, not then, before."
"It 's spring Sarah." I try to catch her eyes again. "You found me in winter. "
"I don 't know what you mean." She stands up.
"No?" I ask.
"I think you need another nap."
She locks the door as she leaves. There 's a few seconds before she speaks again.
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