January 30th, 1890 — Rigel Hall, Cumbria
For the first time in what felt like a lifetime Ursula woke up feeling a little better. She couldn't remember the last time she hadn't felt like her blood was on fire, and while she did feel like she'd been repeatedly trampled by a dragon, this was a definite improvement. "Ella?" her voice came out a hoarse whisper. It seemed her throat was bone dry and felt like sandpaper. Was it too soon to hope or had she defied the odds?
The last thing she could remember was not being able to breathe and a petrified certainty that death had finally come to claim her, even more so than previous instances. Whatever had happened after that, however long ago it was, she had somehow pulled through. What she didn't know was that that incident had been over a week ago and she'd been solidly unconscious ever since. She had fought the infection following her operation well enough that she hadn't succumbed quickly but she hadn't been strong enough to completely fight it off and it had eventually it had turned into something altogether more aggressive.
"Ella!" Her voice was more urgent this time and a little stronger. It was then that she finally turned her face towards where Ella usually sat beside her and found she was gone. Her reaction probably oughtn't to have been panic, there were plenty of rational reasons for her sister-in-law to be elsewhere, but panic was all she felt and she simply couldn't think straight. What if she had died and she was living in some sort of horrific afterlife, what if hell was real and she was in it? It was too quiet.
If she was dead or this was a nightmare of some sort then there would surely be no reason she couldn't get out of bed and walk around. The amount of effort and the discomfort she felt in just sitting up and pulling back the sheets should have told her that; by her own theory she was not dead or dreaming but she went on ahead anyway. Shakily, she swung her legs out and after a little hesitation, she tried to stand. The result was quite comedic, not for Ursula, but were anyone observing her ridiculous wobbling and the inevitable fall as her legs buckled beneath her they might've found it amusing.
Perhaps she wasn't dead after all, perhaps she'd been so hopelessly ill for so long that everyone had grown tired of watching her die. How long had it been? Ursula felt over her arms and her torso and was alarmed to find that she'd grown scrawny. She didn't have the right look for waifishness, this was a travesty! She must have been sick for at least a few months, it was the only explanation. Growing chilly, she tried to hoist herself up with the bed post so she could get back in to bed. She was halfway up when she froze at the sight of Elladora walking in the doorway. That was to say, she stopped trying to pull herself up while the rest of her body conspired to land her back on the floor.
Embarrassed by her feebleness and resentful of the perceived abandonment by Elladora, Ursula stayed where she fell. She also happened to have exhausted her energy supplies and couldn't lift herself up if she wanted to. Maybe she'd go back to whatever was more important than keeping vigil at her bedside. It was a small consolation that she had at least had the luck to land face down so she didn't have to look at the spinster and feel the full extent of her own mortification. She hoped Ella left, she'd rather wait until she was capable of getting back into bed herself at this point. "Where were you?" she murmured bitterly.
The last thing she could remember was not being able to breathe and a petrified certainty that death had finally come to claim her, even more so than previous instances. Whatever had happened after that, however long ago it was, she had somehow pulled through. What she didn't know was that that incident had been over a week ago and she'd been solidly unconscious ever since. She had fought the infection following her operation well enough that she hadn't succumbed quickly but she hadn't been strong enough to completely fight it off and it had eventually it had turned into something altogether more aggressive.
"Ella!" Her voice was more urgent this time and a little stronger. It was then that she finally turned her face towards where Ella usually sat beside her and found she was gone. Her reaction probably oughtn't to have been panic, there were plenty of rational reasons for her sister-in-law to be elsewhere, but panic was all she felt and she simply couldn't think straight. What if she had died and she was living in some sort of horrific afterlife, what if hell was real and she was in it? It was too quiet.
If she was dead or this was a nightmare of some sort then there would surely be no reason she couldn't get out of bed and walk around. The amount of effort and the discomfort she felt in just sitting up and pulling back the sheets should have told her that; by her own theory she was not dead or dreaming but she went on ahead anyway. Shakily, she swung her legs out and after a little hesitation, she tried to stand. The result was quite comedic, not for Ursula, but were anyone observing her ridiculous wobbling and the inevitable fall as her legs buckled beneath her they might've found it amusing.
Perhaps she wasn't dead after all, perhaps she'd been so hopelessly ill for so long that everyone had grown tired of watching her die. How long had it been? Ursula felt over her arms and her torso and was alarmed to find that she'd grown scrawny. She didn't have the right look for waifishness, this was a travesty! She must have been sick for at least a few months, it was the only explanation. Growing chilly, she tried to hoist herself up with the bed post so she could get back in to bed. She was halfway up when she froze at the sight of Elladora walking in the doorway. That was to say, she stopped trying to pull herself up while the rest of her body conspired to land her back on the floor.
Embarrassed by her feebleness and resentful of the perceived abandonment by Elladora, Ursula stayed where she fell. She also happened to have exhausted her energy supplies and couldn't lift herself up if she wanted to. Maybe she'd go back to whatever was more important than keeping vigil at her bedside. It was a small consolation that she had at least had the luck to land face down so she didn't have to look at the spinster and feel the full extent of her own mortification. She hoped Ella left, she'd rather wait until she was capable of getting back into bed herself at this point. "Where were you?" she murmured bitterly.
Elladora Black

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