I know, I know, it's been like what, a week? Will a sorry help at all?
Disclaimer: No, Sweeney Todd does not belong to me. But he belongs with me. :P
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Mrs. Lovett had finished dressing when Mr. Todd came back in with her tea. "Think you can hold this down?" he asked, referring to her incident earlier.
"I think so," Mrs. Lovett answered, "I feel a little better. But I'm so bloody tired!"
Mr. Todd said nothing and set the tea down on her dresser. "Let's get you into bed then." he said gruffly, "Don't want you keeling over. Again." He made a point of stressing the word again, and Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes. "Yes sir." she said.
"Look," Mr. Todd snapped, "If you want to get sicker and then die, then-"
"I wasn't serious." Mrs. Lovett interrupted, "I'm tired anyway." To prove her point, she slid under her covers and settled down. Mr. Todd handed her a spoonful of medicine. "Drink up." He said.
Mrs. Lovett took a taste and made a face. "EW!" she exclaimed, "It's disgusting! Repulsive! Nauseating! How can you expect me to take this?"
Mr. Todd growled and took the spoon. "You have to take this Mrs. Lovett, whether you like it or not." he said. When Mrs. Lovett began to protest again, he took the opportunity to shove the spoon into her open mouth. She coughed and sputtered for a moment, and then swallowed the lot. "Ugh!" she said once it was down. She shuddered and grimaced. "That. Was. Awful." she said in a high voice, "Where's that tea?"
Mr. Todd silently handed her a cup, struggling not to laugh. The look of surprise on her face when he forced the medicine in was priceless. Mrs. Lovett noticed his predicament and narrowed her eyes. "S'not funny Mr. Todd," she said grumpily, "I'd like to see you take that blasted stuff."
"Another time pet," he replied, "Right now I think we need to send for the doctor."
Mrs. Lovett raised an eyebrow. "But I thought I was feeling better." she said, puzzled.
"That's why," said Mr. Todd, "He said to have him come back when you had recovered somewhat."
"Ah," Mrs. Lovett responded, "I see. Well then send Toby I guess."
An hour or so later, Doctor Edmund Hanson was once again in Mrs. Lovett's bedroom.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Lovett," he said cheerily, "I see you are feeling better?"
Mrs. Lovett shifted in bed. "A little," she said, "I'm not talking in my sleep any more." She grinned and continued, "I still feel tired and weak and I can't walk straight."
The doctor nodded. "That is to be expected after what you've been through." He scribbled something down on a pad of paper and handed it to Mrs. Lovett. "No leaving your bed except when necessary for a week, and after, no hard labor. We don't want to risk a relapse."
Mr. Todd thanked the doctor and escorted him out. When he returned to Mrs. Lovett's room, he found her out of bed and sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair.
"Are you daft?" he exclaimed suddenly, causing Mrs. Lovett to drop the hairbrush, "Did you not hear what he said?"
"This is necessary," Mrs. Lovett said and picked up her brush. Mr. Todd stalked over to her and took the brush from her hand. "It's not." he said.
Mrs. Lovett tried to get her brush back from Mr. Todd, but he kept it from her grasp. "Get in bed now." he ordered in a low voice. Mrs. Lovett shook her head. "I haven't brushed my hair in a week. I won't be able to rest in this mess. Some of my hairpins are still in!"
Mr. Todd rolled his eyes and dragged Mrs. Lovett off of her stool. "Bloody stubborn woman." he said, "You won't ever give up will you?"
Mrs. Lovett tried to pull away. "No I won't, now let me go." But Mr. Todd ignored her and shoved her down on her bed. After pinning her down with his knees, he then thrust his hands into her hair and began to pull the pins out, forcefully.
"Ow Mr. Todd, that hurts!"
"Then hold still!"
After a few minutes, all of the pins were removed from Mrs. Lovett hair. She had since stopped yelling at him to stop, and he had stopped pulling so hard. Mrs. Lovett was now lying in bed, exhausted from her struggle. Mr. Todd was in the chair, catching his breath. The baker had put up quite a fight for someone who had just recovered from being that sick.
"Are you all right?" he asked at length.
"No," Mrs. Lovett said suddenly, sitting up. She threw back the covers and began to get out of bed.
"Oh no you don't you little bugger!" Mr. Todd said getting ready to push her back down. But then he saw that her face was a pale shade of green and he realized why she was getting out of bed. "Let's go." he said, and rushed her out of the room.
They made it to the bathroom just in time. This time, Mrs. Lovett did hack up something, since- anyway. She was very grateful for Mr. Todd's strong arms supporting her, as she was fairly certain she wouldn't have been able to stand on her own. With a whimper, she leaned back into him, and felt her knees give way.
With a grunt, Mr. Todd picked her up. "You done?" he asked. Mrs. Lovett nodded, and wiped the tears that had somehow made it out. Damn! She thought, Don't cry, don't cry. She didn't mean to tear up, but she was feeling so terrible. "Can I go back to bed?" she asked.
At the same time, Mr. Todd said, "Let's get you back to bed." Mrs. Lovett gave him a half-smile. He carried her back to her bedroom, noting that she had become lighter since the afternoon she fainted. "You're losing weight." he said.
Mrs. Lovett sighed. "Seems everything's going bad for me right now." she said.
Mr. Todd laid her down. "You'll get better eventually." he said, in a rare moment of encouragement, "You'll see."
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It's sorta filler-y I know. :/
