Good as Drink Is, It Ends In Thirst
I had been dealing with a horrible cough for about a week. Even worse, Sebastian was forcing me to stay in bed so I could rest and get better. It was horrible, feeling powerless and unproductive. I could just imagine all of the paperwork sitting at my desk waiting for me to finish. The more days that went by, the more frustrated and impatient I got about it.
So I was having the other servants put themselves at the risk of Sebastian's wrath to bring me various stacks of paperwork and books. I would read and work all day, taking slight naps between each job. I would hide all evidence under the blankets, so that when Sebastian came in to check on me, I wouldn't be found out.
One day, I was quietly working on some paperwork, when Sebastian suddenly came in with lunch.
"My Lady, are you not supposed to be resting?" he arched his brow.
"Aren't you supposed to knock before entering my room," I snapped at him.
"I thought you would be sleeping. You usually take a nap right before lunch," he growled.
"Well, today I decided not to," I glared. Sebastian just merely sighed and served me a hot soup lunch. When he came in to collect the dishes, I told him I wasn't in the mood for any dinner. I fell asleep soon after, and actually slept for a solid period of time without coughing, but it didn't last long.
In the middle of the night, I woke gasping from a dry throat. I sat up and was about to call for Sebastian, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over at the bedside table, and there sat a glass of water that had surely not been there when I fell asleep. I took a quick sip of water to soothe my throat, and just before drifting back to sleep, thanked the Lord that Sebastian would always be there to quench my thirst.
