Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was not amused. Not in the slightest. She didn't know what she'd eaten bad, couldn't figure out how she'd eaten anything bad, but the fact was that she had and she wasn't forgetting it in the slightest. The girl leaned against the wall, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as she silently ticked off the things she'd eaten in the past three days.
That first day…some abstract type of cereal that Walter enjoyed since she'd been out. Had the milk been ruined? For lunch, something. She couldn't remember. Supper was eggplant casserole which she'd adored and hadn't tasted funny.
The day after, more of that abstract type of cereal because it had that strange, grainy taste that she absolutely adored and more of the milk that was in the carton. Hadn't it tasted kind of funny when she drank from the bowl afterward? A sandwich for lunch, tuna fish as she recalled. Supper had been nothing as she'd been too busy at school doing a project with a few of her classmates. She'd been allowed to stay behind with them with special permission.
That day? Nothing since that morning. Toast that morning as there was no more cereal (Walter had thrown it out) and no more milk (mysteriously gone). She'd felt sick since that morning, but she was entirely sure that the toast hadn't caused it. Who ever heard of toast causing illness?
Integra groaned as her stomach lurched painfully, causing her to go into gagging fits as she ran for the bathroom.
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Alucard stepped quietly down the hallway as he thought about the mischief he had planned for the night. He would feed, then he would go and bother someone. But who would he bother? It was then that he paused at a bathroom door, hearing the occupant gag inside. It sounded mysteriously like an Integra gag, if his ears were so inclined to recognize such an important bodily function.
Damn right it's important. He chuckled pervertedly and melded himself through the door halfway to peer at the young woman. The blonde girl was perched over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl. He raised a brow and slipped the rest of the way through the door, kneeling beside her to reach out and hold her hair back.
Blue eyes cast a look up to him before she went into another wave of sickness. Faithfully, the servant sat there and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the wave to be over. He wrinkled his nose at the sounds and tried to think of where the stomach medication was in the kitchen. He'd never taken it, but Arthur before the child, years back, had been prone to taking it due to bouts of pain after a night of drinking. Surely there would still be some? He blinked as he heard her voice.
"Alucard? … Why are you in the bathroom?"
"Master, I heard you gagging and I found you were in need of my assistance. Who am I to not offer you such when you're in such dire circumstances?" He released her hair and melded back through the wall, traveling to the kitchen. Integra stared as he returned moments later with a large pink bottle, stepping through the wall as if he were coming to mother his own child. He poured a large dose of the medication and held it out toward the teenager. "Take this. It will help."
Integra swallowed the pink mixture slowly, feeling a soothing sensation coat her stomach and the sickness subside slightly. She looked up at Alucard, who was peering down at her with a silent expression, almost reverence. She colored slightly and looked away, clearing her throat. "Thank you, Alucard."
"Any time that you need anything, master, just speak up and I will be there." She watched the elegant man bow and then back out of the room to go put the medicine up.
Integra smiled and shook her head, whispering quietly. "Thank you, Alucard."
