A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews. I hope I made it clear what it was that she drank cough arsenic cough sorry allergies. This is my first time trying to right something super-angstful I have the next few chaps written out but I need to type them. I own the doctor but nothing more.
Mr. Todd looked down at the figure on the floor; sprawled out in a small puddle of her own vomit, Mrs. Lovett's body was completely still and unmoving. He didn't know what to do, so for a good time all he did was stand and stare.
After the initial shock he kneeled down next to her and felt for a pulse. It was there, but just barely. Air she needed air. Mr. Todd knew of one way to get air and even though the very thought absolutely repulsed him, he had no other option.
He turned Mrs. Lovett over and started to perform CPR. When she still showed no difference, he stopped. "Why are you doing this Sweeney, you don't care about her, she's just another face among thousands." So why was it so memorable? His train og thought was interrupted when Toby walked into the parlor.
"Mr. Todd, wot did ya do to mum?" he asked in shock of the scene before him
"Boy go get help."
"B-but." He stuttered
"Now!" Mr. Todd barked and the small boy ran as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Sir!" said Toby out of breath as he burst through the door of the doctor's house "It's my mum, she isn't well, she won't wake up." He said frantically
The doctor got out of his chair and calmly walked over to Toby "Come boy, if what you said is true; we must hurry." He grabbed his coat and both of them made their way back to Mrs. Lovett's pie shop.
"Mrs. Lovett wake up. Wake up. Wake up!" Mr. Todd was shaking Mrs. Lovett trying to wake her; he had ran out of ideas when he had sent the boy for the doctor.
A few minutes later the doctor finally showed up. "Hello sir Dr. Wigton at your service." He said dropping his coat and kneeling down next to Mrs. Lovett "What exactly happened here sir?" he asked Mr. Todd
"I came down from my barbershop and I found her vomiting uncontrollably, then she just stopped." He said "I saw the bottle over there, I think it was arsenic."
"Right you are sir, this." He said holding the bottle "is arsenic, and by the condition of the bottle, I say she's had this for quite some time. This can't be good."
"Well yeah I figured that when she wouldn't wake up." The doctor continued to examine Mrs. Lovett taking her pulse, temperature and everything else he held in that bag.
"Good news and bad news." He said standing up "Which do you want first?"
"I don't care." he stated flatly
"The good news is that she's alive; the bad news is that it may be a while before she can function normally again, or even wake up."
"How long?" asked Mr. Todd in his monotone voice
"It should only take a few days before she wakes up, but for her to function correctly it may take a week, at the least."
"Okay then sir." Said Mr. Todd
"Put her in bed, and give her plenty of rest; come and get me when she wakes up." Mr. Todd nodded "Mr. Todd, may I speak with you privately?" the doctor notion for him to follow him into the small hallway away from Toby and Mrs. Lovett
"Mrs. Lovett is a baker is she not?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with this?"
"Is she noticeably clumsy while handling a knife?"
"No." Now where was he going with this?
"She had these cuts on her arms, nothing serious, but you may want to talk to her when she's able to."
"Well I did see her cut her wrist just right before she took the arsenic."
"No, these were not as fresh as that cut; it seems that she's been cutting herself."
Dr. Wigton nodded to Mr. Todd and left leaving him to tend to Mrs. Lovett. Mr. Todd walked into her room where she lay on her bed. He went to her side and kneeled next to her; he took her arm in his hand and rolled up her sleeve only to find that what the doctor had said was true. Along her arm were long but shallow scars that seemed to be made from a knife.
"How can she live like this?" Mr. Todd asked himself shocked at what he had found
"Just barely." Said Toby from the doorway "She's always smilin' but everyone can tell she's only 'appy when she's with ya. Do you ever hear her cry herself to sleep? Or hear our long conversations while she drinks 'erself into oblivion?" he asked in a bitter voice "You're not the only ones with problems Mr. Todd."
"Now what problems could you possibly have?"
"You Mr. Todd; you're my problem." He stated hatred in his eyes and then he left
Then for the first time in a long time Sweeney Todd was not thinking about the Judge, or his revenge, or even the family he once had. For the first time since he had come back to Fleet Street Mr. Todd was thinking of the woman before him, Mrs. Nellie Lovett.
A/N: sorry for the short chapters but I think I might keep it that way.
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