Human again; although she couldn't remember being human to be quite so dizzying or nauseating, the day before the feeling had not been as strong but it had gotten worse as the day dragged on. She had convinced the other maids and Lumiere that she was feeling fine when they had questioned her on why she acted so out of sorts, Lumiere was much harder to convince however, he knew her well, much better than any of the maids she shared a room with in the maids quarters, although she had spent countless nights hidden away in Lumiere's personal room; technically against the rules but, only Cogsworth had ever discovered this and he was no tell-tale.
She had gone about her day as normal, cleaned where she was supposed to and steered clear of any trouble, and occasionally gripping things for support when her new found legs decided to flake or the pounding inside her head got too strong. Her legs seemed to feel as weak as the first days she had them back, stumbling around and clinging to benches, railings and Lumiere for support.
Jobs had to be done and unfortunately the library was in need of a dusting, the job was long and boring and they had ran out of excuses to avoid it. It turned out to be more entertaining than expected though, as Belle and Adam found the library to be an entertaining place to escape royal duties and also happened to enjoy reading aloud to one another, listening to a story whilst working wasn't so bad.
At around lunch time concentrating on cleaning and listening to Belle read to Adam at the same time became a harder task than it should be, head swimming, stomach twisting uncomfortably and her whole body shaking with chills, she decided cleaning to be the winner for her attention and began wiping shelves down with a cloth duster, they became the maids preference, after turning human once more no maid could even stand the sight of a feather duster.
Mrs Potts came around offering tea to Belle and Adam around two in the afternoon, the feeling got stronger, dizziness consumed her and most of her body shook with chills.
"Would you like a cup of tea, Plumette?" Mrs Potts turned to her, a kind smile on her face, but she hadn't heard.
"What?" She questioned back.
"Do you want tea?" Mrs Potts came to stand beside her, while she turned slightly to face her.
"You're as white as a sheet!" She grabbed at Plumette's wrist pulling her in closer to feel her forehead for a fever, and by God did she find one. Pulling her hand back sharply she gasped,
"Your burning up!" Mrs Potts pulled her in the direction of the chairs and sofa where Belle and Adam sat but she couldn't find enough strength for her legs to obey. She stumbled forward but was caught by Mrs Potts yanking her upright and holding her there by her waist.
This stirred a reaction from the royal couple who had been watching closely the entire time, they jumped up upon seeing her stumble.
They ran to their sides quickly, abandoning the book which now lay on the floor. Adam rapidly had his arm under her knees and the other over her shoulders, bringing her to the sofa he and Belle sat at moments before and lay her down gently.
"Adam, get Lumiere for her." Adam obeyed his wife, knowing that Lumiere was likely who Plumette would want right now, he walked off in a hurry.
Belle herself placed her hand to the ill girls head and recoiled in shock for a moment before placing it back and running the edge of her finger along her cheek.
"She should have been in bed," Mrs Potts nodded beside them, kneeling down.
"I know deary, I only wish she'd of thought that too." A sad smile came to her face, she pulled a small blanket that was thrown over the chair to their left closer and rapped it oven the trembling girl.
The feeling nestled in her stomach grew worse, she couldn't stop herself from letting her grip on her belly get tighter and a whimper of pain escape. Belle and Mrs Potts heard and grew more worried.
"What's wrong deary?" Mrs Potts whispered to her in a soft caring voice, that of a mother talking to her upset child.
She didn't have much energy left in her to talk, instead only giving a one word answer.
"Stomach,"
Belle bit her lip nervously, anyone she cared about getting sick always made her feel worried, after finding out what happened to her mother.
Adam hurried through the hallways, checking every room for Lumiere. It took awhile but eventually he found the lively footman discussing something with Cogsworth outside the dining room.
"Oh, Bonjour Master, what seems to be the problem?" The Sirius glare the Master held instilled panic in both men, the Master only made such a face when something was drastically wrong.
"It's Plumette, she's not well."
"Where is she?"
"In the library with Belle and Mrs Potts." The three men hurried back towards the library. Lumiere cursed himself, he should have trusted his instincts when he asked Plumette why she acted so tired and out of sorts, instead of telling the truth to him, she had lied and convinced him she was well.
Once they reached the library, a fair walk away from the dining room, the mood grew more dreary as the sight that awaited them was not a happy one.
Plumette lay shivering on the small sofa, her head lay in Belle's lap. Lumiere strode towards them, his heart breaking the closer he got, the sight of his lover so weak and still when normally she would be bursting with energy and flirtatious remarks.
"I'll take her to bed," That was all he said and needed to say, gently he scooped her up into his arms, blanket and all, he began walking the halls in the direction of the servant quarters. Deciding to take a much quieter root to their rooms instead, surely Plumette did not want to be seen by many at the moment. Adam, Belle, Cogsworth and Mrs Potts in tow they made it to the servants door and then to Lumiere's own personal bedroom, much grander than the pitiful maids shared bedrooms. A small four poster bed (Built to fit one but would fit two, quite snuggly), a small desk and chair and a wardrobe.
"I'll get her more comfortable clothes to wear." Mrs Potts disappeared quickly in search of something more comfortable for the girl to wear than a battered maids uniform.
Lumiere lay down his lover, the utmost care in his actions,
"Mon amour, why did you lie?" He sat carefully beside her and whispered to her.
Quietly and in a very upset sounding voice, a small whisper replied " I did not wish for you to worry about me." She squirmed under the blankets, trying to place herself closer to him. He instead done the job for her, shifting closer.
"That seems to have happened anyway." His hand pressed up against her forehead.
"Oh Lumiere." Pain took over her body again and groaning escaped her lips. Lumiere moved to sit behind her and held her head in close to his chest.
Once peace took over again and the pain settled, the others left to tend to duties and the like, Cogsworth being sent for the village doctor, she fell limp in his arms as she left the world for one of dreams instead.