At some point, we managed to get back to Brinkley Manor. I must have managed to drive but I'm not sure as my sticky cheeks were evidence that I had been crying for at least 5 minutes. Someone had tended to Bertie's wounds but still he did not wake. In the immeasurable time since we had arrived back, I had scarcely left my master's side. He would have laughed at my 'feudal spirit'. But now he lay still and as pale as the bandage that was wrapped around his forehead. A dark patch of blood was threatening to seep through the thin fabric and my hands ached to adjust it but I knew it would do more harm than good. So I just sat next to my Bertie, clasping his hand like a frightened child. What if he never awoke? What if he died? Sobbing quietly, I clung on harder. I need Bertram Wilberforce Wooster; he was my air, the life force that propelled me through this world. Something shimmered into my mind. Suddenly, I was at our London flat. Mr. Wooster was smiling brightly at me, alive and well, with his cheeks slightly flushed. I realized he was tapping out a tune on the piano.
"Just let them talk,
If they want to?
That don't bother me.
I'm gonna keep on till the whole wide world knows,
That I really love you, I really love you so." My master's voice was low and husky. His eyes were glittering with pure joy. He continued.
"And let them whisper for they know no-
What's between you and I
I'm gonna keep on, I´am gonna on loving you?
Till the day that I die?
They'll try to break up our romance,
They didn't stand a chance.
We have the kind of love that so strong,
We'd be together from now on?" I listened intently. He had obviously tried so hard to please me; the hopeful gleam in his blue eyes told me as much. And please me, he did. Every note was perfect, every word sang with pride and passion. I was blown away.
"They'll say that gossip comes from the devil's workshop,
And only true love can make it stop?
I'm gonna keep on, I'm gonna on loving you!
Till the day that I drop?
Oh they'll envy us, of everything that we do.
But I wanna say it´s wonderful -
When you love someone,
And that someone and that someone really loves you,
And Jeeves, you're that someone, that someone,
I really love you!" Bertie stopped singing and skillfully ended the song. He turned to look at me, eyes wide and sad. I almost drowned in them, unable to speak or move. Then the unthinkable happened. Bertie started to fade.
"Don't go!" I cried, reaching out for him. But he was gone. One silvery tear slipped down his cheek as he finally vanished. I awoke with a start, screaming my master's name at the top of my lungs. He hadn't moved, of course. The song, however beautiful it may have been, was just a figment of my imagination. But that didn't stop me from kissing Bertie passionately on the lips. There was a cough from behind me and I pulled away. The cough belonged to Angela.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Wow. I haven't written in ages! The song is Let Them Talk by Hugh Laurie *insert smiley face* What will happen in Chapter 3? All shall be revealed... at some point! AOR
