Count Blewett ran towards the front entrance, hoping that the physician had finally arrived. It had been a little more than an hour since the household had heard all the screaming coming from the nursery.
Raphael had ordered the rest of the staff to stay at bay as he…
"It’s Chessa, she’s unconscious. There was another attack. She’s injured." The count blurted out as he led Viktor down the hallway. "I don’t know the details because she hasn’t woken up yet but I think it was Rosalind.
"So the witch was right." Viktor muttered under his breath, He swallowed hard. How much did the witch really know? Was it really a curse? "What sort of injuries?" he spoke, this time louder.
"A burn on her wrist and I saw blood. I called for a physician an hour ago. I had two maids change her clothes and tend to her. But she’s feverish and needs treatment."
"No need for a phsyician, Blewett. I can heal her myself. Maybe I see her?"
"Why of course." Blewett agreed. Knocking before opening the door.
Viktor rushed to the bed side of Chessa’s body. She was breathing, her she was pale. Her right wrist was burned and blistering a grotesque deep. He gently ran his fingers across the burn. It was warm to the touch. No matter how she got it it clearly not an accident.
She stirred as he touched the burn. She was restless, still in the state of consciousness. This was good, she was not dying. The dark circles under her eyes were fading, it had seemed like she had not slept in many days. Why?
As he ran his fingers along the burn, it began to heal. A path of white flesh was left in the wake of his fingers. The blisters disappeared and the heat cooled. In the past he had been called the devil for his gifts, but in this moment he was a savior. Daniel- even up until his death- had always said his powers were for good, even when Viktor hdd used them for the worst.
Viktor turned to the maids, who were standing at the door. “I need you to fetch me a cold cloth. Even though her burn has been treated I need you to continue to keep it cool.” There had been occasions where ailments had healed but the pain remained. In this situation, he couldn’t take too many precautions. The maids nodded before scurrying out of the room.
Chessa stirred, eyelids fluttering open. She winced at the bright light and the distorted voices around her. What was going on? Where was she?
She groaned, as she moved around; everything hurt.