July 10th, 1894

The screaming of the kettle jerked Rosalind out of her sleep. She blinked and looked over at the stovetop.

She moved the kettle from the flames and sighed deeply. She wasn't even sure if she should bother making it anymore. Her exhaustion ran deep and she wasn't sure if she would ever be fully rested again. At least she wouldn't be while both Robert and Elizabeth were sick.

She turned away from the kettle and sighed as her eyes landed on the newspaper article on the kitchen island. The headline had filled her with anger but there was nothing she could do about it now.

ROBERT AND ELIZABETH LUTECE STRUCK WITH UNKNOWN ILLNESS! While Dr. Andrews had been helpful, he hadn't found it necessary to keep the issue secret. She could imagine that he went and told anyone he could that Robert had fallen ill again. They now painted a narrative that Robert was a sickly man who would never be healthy. The article reminded the readers that this would be the second time that he had fallen ill in the past year.

Rosalind was sure that other people were sick but apparently, that was not news. Rosalind regretted calling Dr. Andrews a second time but it was in the past now.

Robert had rapidly grown sick the day that Dr. Andrews had examined Elizabeth. He'd gone from moping about to being bedridden in less than 5 hours.

While Rosalind was not surprised at all, she still hadn't expected his disorientation. It was much like it had been when he'd first arrived. HE was barely coherent and his nose bled constantly. She had never once thought a simple 'cold' would cause him to revert back to this state.

Rosalind rubbed her eyes and began to prepare dinner. She had prepared full meals in the beginning but neither Robert nor Elizabeth would eat them. She had since only really made soup and it was not always likely that they would eat that either.

The only good thing to come out of Dr. Andrew's betrayal was the amount of support from the people of Emporia. A few people had stopped by to leave flowers or sent a telegram expressing their empathy. 2 people had delivered full pots of soup and Rosalind was glad for it. She wasn't sure if she could focus enough to cook anything.

"It's chicken soup, my mother used to make it for me all the time." one woman said. Rosalind wondered what that woman had expected from the encounter. Rosalind had thanked her but the woman seemed a little disappointed. Perhaps she'd wanted to be invited in for gossip? Rosalind would never know.

Once everything was heated, she prepared two trays. She would bring Robert his food first and then she would check on Elizabeth.

She carried the tray up the stairs and wondered if she would have a chance to rest at all before Elizabeth woke.

Robert was lying on his side just as he had been when she left him after lunch. The only difference now was the small amount of blood on his sheets. It didn't surprise her that he had been bleeding again. "I have dinner," she said.

She set the tray down on his nightstand and picked up the wet cloth she had used earlier. "You've soiled your sheets again." she dabbed at his face lightly and he groaned in response.

Robert rolled away from her and she rolled her eyes, "I need to clean your face." she said. He didn't speak as she attempted to wipe his nose but the moment the towel touched him, he turned his face away again, "Robert," she said firmly, "Let me wipe your face."

He finally sat still as she cleaned him up and she sat down once she was finished. She watched him for a moment, taking in every subtle twitch of his mouth. "They missed you at the meeting." Rosalind said, "The paper released a story about how you've fallen ill again. They interviewed Dr. Andrews."

Robert didn't respond but she had not expected him to. She was used to filling the silence on her own again.

"I have soup and bread again." she said, "I didn't make this so it might be a little better than usual." Robert had managed to eat two small bites of bread the day before but she was feeling uncharacteristically optimistic today.

She shook him gently, "Come on, get up."

"No." he was awake at least.

"You'll choke again if you eat lying down." she moved to help him sit up, "It would be nice if you would sit up on your own." She couldn't be sure if Robert's limp body was from the illness or if it was just him not wanting to move. Either way, she struggled to prop him up on his pillows.

She was absolutely spent by the time she managed to get him seated.

"I only painted one butterfly," he mumbled.

"Just the one?" she responded.

"It was red."

"Red?" she tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up the bowl of soup. Robert opened his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were strangely bright and the contrast between them and his pale skin made her shiver, "You're quite talkative today." she said.

"Rosalind?"

"Yes?"

"Have you seen my paintbrush?"

"In the study, where you left them."

"Hmm." he nodded and slumped back. That was the most he'd said to her at once. Usually, none of his sentences had anything to do with the previous. Maybe he had been dreaming of painting.

She started with only broth. Robert managed to eat every spoonful, "How about some chicken?" she scooped up a small amount of chicken and fed it to him. To her delight, she chewed slowly and swallowed it.

She managed to feed him half of the bowl before he refused to eat more, "Robert," she sighed, "You're almost done."

"I can't eat anymore," he said quietly.

"Fine." she set the bowl down, "How about water?" she picked up the glass of water. She was aware that giving him so many liquids would lead to him soiling the bed again but he was dehydrated.

"I just had juice..."

"You had soup," she said, "But you still need this." he opened his eyes again and looked at the water. Despite how unsettling his unfocused gaze was, she was glad that he was a little more coherent today. His fever had not yet broken but this was still good.

"Rosalind…" he looked back at her, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she held the glass to his lips, "Just drink." He drank a small amount before moving away from the glass, "I need to check on Elizabeth." she said, "I'm going to leave this here."

Robert closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, "You'll come back, won't you?" he asked.

"Of course." she nodded and stood, "Try to drink the water on your own."

She crossed the hall into her own room. Elizabeth was still asleep and Rosalind didn't want to wake her but she had to try to feed her again. Elizabeth had rejected most of the meals she had attempted today.

Rosalind picked her up and sighed as she whined loudly, "Don't cry," she said, "It's only me."

Elizabeth was doing far better than Robert was. She didn't speak much but she hadn't lost the ability to. She was still feverish and she spent most of her time either sleeping or crying.

Dr. Andrews had been right about her diarrhea. Rosalind changed her diaper constantly and in turn, she was doing laundry more often because of it. Cleaning both Robert's clothes and Elizabeth's diapers was time-consuming. It might have been easier for her to buy more but she could not leave them alone.

"You can eat soup, right?" she asked, "Someone named Marie made it for us." Elizabeth liked it when she spoke to her. If Rosalind let the silence linger, she would start crying, "I haven't had any just yet but Robert enjoyed it."

"Mmmm." Elizabeth yawned.

"You can tell me if it's good." she took Elizabeth down to the kitchen. Elizabeth gave no real response besides whining and labored breathing, "It's not too hot, It's been cooling for a while now."

She sat down and looked down at Elizabeth, "Your hair is getting a little longer."

Elizabeth's hair now covered her eyes. Rosalind brushed the hair from her face, "Time for a hair cut." she said. Or maybe she would tie her hair up with bows like her mother had, "You'd look cute with a blue bow." or a white one. But she would not be able to keep that clean.

Rosalind held a spoonful of the soup to Elizabeth's lips. Much like Robert, she tolerated the broth well. "Good girl." Rosalind said quietly, "How about a carrot?" she gave Elizabeth one and sighed when she spit the carrot out, "You're not even trying, are you?"

She used the spoon to cut the carrots into small pieces before trying again. The pieces were small enough and Elizabeth was able to swallow them without chewing. "See? You'll be better in no time," she said.

She had been telling Elizabeth that since the day she fell ill. Thankfully, she had not gotten worse but she hadn't gotten better either.

Elizabeth still refused to sit by herself. Her teddy bears did nothing to comfort her and she would only sit down if Rosalind placed her on the floor. She could walk, Rosalind had seen it since she fell ill but she didn't want to.

"Now," Rosalind set the bowl aside, "How about we drink a glass of water?" If she could get Elizabeth to drink even half the glass, she could call it a victory.

She held the glass to Elizabeth's lips and the child drank slowly, "Good." Rosalind said, "Just a little more and we can go back to bed."

It had been a busy day and she was exhausted. Still, they had both eaten dinner and they had both drank at least one glass of water. Robert would say that it meant things were looking up. Usually, Rosalind would disagree but she was feeling hopeful today. Perhaps if this behavior repeated in the morning, she could relax.

Putting Elizabeth to sleep was easy. The child had barely wanted to be awake anyway. After placing her on the bed, Rosalind went back to Robert's room. "I'm going to lay you down now," Rosalind said.

Robert was asleep again and didn't off much help. When she had positioned for bed, she took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'll see you in the morning, brother."

She left his door open and went back to her own room. She hoped that this ended soon, she couldn't handle this for much longer.

0.o.0.o.0

July 11th, 1894

It was the first time in days that Robert felt well enough to sit up on his own. It was still quite a chore to do but despite his stiff muscles and pounding head, Robert managed to sit up in bed.

The first thing he noticed was how stuffy his room was. The door was open but there didn't seem to be any airflow at all. He threw the blanket off of himself and looked down at his sheets. The multiple stains made him shiver, he knew exactly what it meant. He must have begun to bleed while he was sick…

That meant Rosalind had once again dropped everything to care for him and make sure that he didn't perish. He looked to his arm to check for any marks, it didn't look like she'd had to transfuse any of her blood again.

Robert stretched his arms above his head before deciding to find Rosalind. It took a lot of deep breathing before he was able to stand and when he did, he still felt entirely too weak. But he needed to find Rosalind and make sure she was doing alright.

He looked to his nightstand and saw what was left of his lunch. A bowl of cold broth and some bread. She had likely given up on feeding him anything of substance early on. From the looks of it, he had barely eaten the simple meal she'd prepared.

His shaky legs led him into the hallway. He could see Rosalind's room was open but she was not on the bed. He had the idea to check on Elizabeth and walked towards the room. Had the little girl recovered at all?

Peering into the room, he saw her lying in the middle of Rosalind's bed. She didn't seem to be in any distress. He watched her until she let out a breath and rolled over onto her side. She was probably fine. Rosalind could tell her more.

He looked at the stairs and realized suddenly that this would be the hardest part of the journey. He had never thought much about their rooms being on the 3rd floor. The 2nd floor was filled with generators and wires. It had the library, the lab, and the "spare" room that was too much of a mess for anyone. The contraption had torn up the floor entirely and even being in that room gave Robert a headache. The lab was also a mess. Filled with chalkboards and scattered papers, Rosalind had not been in that room for months.

Robert held onto the railing as he slowly made his way down the steps. He didn't understand how Rosalind had managed to pull him up 3 flights of stairs after he'd come through the tear. She seemed to be a lot stronger than he gave her credit for.

By the time he made it down the steps, he wondered if Rosalind was even home at all. The silence in the house was deafening. He was used to some type of noise. Elizabeth's giggling or Rosalind recording her notes on a voxophone and if none of that was present, there was always the sound of a record being played. Now, there was nothing at all.

The door to the contraption was closed and Robert went into the drawing-room instead. Rosalind had pushed the sofa aside and used her chalkboards to form makeshift clotheslines. He looked at his soiled blouses and Elizabeth's diapers and sighed, he had likely ruined most of his clothing again.

Robert examined the chalkboards and noticed that she had been keeping track of both his and Elizabeth's symptoms over the last 4 days… HE had been asleep for 4 days?

According to the charts, she had dealt with a lot. Elizabeth's vomiting and diarrhea and then his nose bleeds and delirium.

Robert looked away and finally made his way to the kitchen. He found Rosalind slumped over the kitchen island. She had been cutting vegetables it seemed. The knife she was using had fallen to the ground.

"Rosalind?" he touched her shoulder and she jerked awake, "Hey, it's just me."

"Robert?" She blinked and sat up, "Are… Are you okay? How did you get down here?"

"I walked." he said, "Very slowly, of course."

She narrowed her eyes and frowned, "Do you know where you are?"

"The kitchen…" he answered slowly

"No, where are you?" Rosalind asked.

"Rosalind, I'm fine." he smiled, "A little weak but I'm fine." The chalkboard hadn't mentioned any sleepwalking but that didn't mean he hadn't stumbled out of bed in his madness.

"You didn't even know who I was this morning," she said.

"I don't remember much of it," he admitted, "But I was looking for you."

"You should be in bed," she said finally. Her exhaustion was evident and he could see how much the past few days had taken their toll on her. From her messy hair to the stained blouse, she had not been taking care of herself at all. She tucked the loose strands behind her ear and cleared her throat, "Robert?"

"Sorry," he looked away, "I need something to drink." And something to eat as well but he would worry about that later, "How's Elizabeth?"

He moved to the other side of the kitchen. It was apparent that Rosalind had not cleaned a single dish in the past 4 days. Robert looked among the pile of bowls and dirty pots. It did not smell nice at all but he was sure Rosalind was aware of that.

He found a clean glass and went to the sink. His hands were shaky and as the glass filled with water, he realized exactly how weak he was. He would have to get back in bed soon if he wanted to avoid collapsing. "Rosalind?" he looked back at her.

"Her fever broke this morning," Rosalind said, "But her other symptoms are still present. She's still sick."

"One step at a time," he said as he sipped the water, "She's out of the woods now, right?"

"Right." Rosalind agreed, "Have a seat please."

Robert took a seat and set the glass down, "You don't have to worry, I'll go back to bed in a moment. I just needed to see you."

Rosalind nodded and retrieved the knife from the floor, "You should spend the rest of the day in bed."

He probably wouldn't be able to roam the house even if he wanted to. He was exhausted and he knew he had pushed his limits by coming down there at all. "How have you been sleeping?" A better question would have been, 'Have you been sleeping?'

Rosalind's dazed expression was evidence enough that she hadn't. She looked at the celery shrugged, "Elizabeth seems to wait until I sleep to wake and cry." she said, "And whenever she would cry, you would start bleeding heavily."

"Every time?" Robert asked. Rosalind nodded and

"I'll bring you the soup once I finish." she said, "Since you've so much energy today, I expect you to eat all of it. Not just the broth."

"Of course." he smiled, "I can eat down here. You don't need to bring it to me."

"You'll stay in bed today." Rosalind said sternly, "You know you don't have the energy to walk around like this and you'll only get sicker if you push yourself. You haven't eaten a full meal in 4 days, I'll give you a snack to hold you over until dinner is ready. Do you want tea as well?"

"I…" he sighed, "I don't want you overworking yourself like this." He could make his own tea if that meant she would rest even a little.

"You think I'm overreacting." Rosalind frowned.

"I don't." he assured, "But understand that I'm not in your shoes. I have no idea what you've been through, all I know is that you look exhausted. It would not be fair to allow you to push yourself to the point of sickness."

"That's right, you don't understand." she took a deep breath, "You've been having headaches and nosebleeds. I've gone through every spare sheet and blouse that we own. You have nightmares and you couldn't even hold up a conversation. I thought… You know what I thought. Your fever lasted 3 days and you couldn't even sit up without help. Do you understand now? One day you were up and walking like you are now and the next day…"

"I…" he didn't know what to say. His sister usually worried a lot and he had always thought it was unnecessary but… Well if he had been in her shoes he would have been deathly afraid of what was happening.

"So yes, I am pushing myself." Rosalind agreed, "But nothing bad will happen to me if I do. You, however, need to rest before we have to start back at step one."

"I'll rest." he agreed. He finished his water and sighed, "I've come back from much worse, you know that."

"I know." Rosalind picked up his glass and added it to the pile of dishes, "Do you want fruit? I have a few apples left."

"Rosalind..."

"I suppose since there's no risk of you choking in your sleep, I can go to the market." She always tried to change the subject when she revealed too much of her feelings, "Here, I'll slice them for you and you can take them back up to your room."

He was not excited to return to the stuffy room but he would only stress her out more if he didn't go.

"How about you join me for dinner then?" he suggested.

"Fine, Elizabeth and I will both join you." she said, "I can bring you a few books from the library if you'd like."

"I'll grab my own on the way back," Robert said. He saw her roll her eyes and chuckled, "Don't be that way, I can manage a few books." But then again, it had taken him far too long to even get down to the kitchen. He probably couldn't hold several books and whatever tray Rosalind was going to give him.

"Would you like tea as well?" She asked.

"Yes, please." he said, "Why can't I stay down here with you?" Sitting in one spot would have the same effect as sitting in his bed would.

"Why would you want to?" she asked.

"I missed you." he said, "Isn't that enough of a reason?" While it was the biggest reason, he didn't want to tell her that he was worried about the journey back up the steps.

"I suppose it is." Rosalind said, "But as you can see, this isn't the best place to relax. You'd be much more comfortable in your bed."

"It's hot in there," he said. Rosalind retrieved a new knife and cut the apples quickly. Despite how tired she was, she still managed to prepare the tea and fruit for him quickly.

"I won't be down here after I finish this." Rosalind gestured to the vegetables, "I'll join you for dinner." She pushed the tray towards him and frowned, "Do you need me to carry it?"

Robert swallowed as he looked at the tea on the tray. A mess would be made if he even tilted the tray slightly, "Yes." he admitted with a sigh.

"I'll put it in your room then," she said, "Have some more water."

In the end, he made it upstairs slowly. Rosalind did not watch as he made his way up the stairs but she did arrive with his food as soon as he had happened to make it to his bed, "I'll have to check on Elizabeth soon but I won't make you sit alone all day. I have much to tell you anyway." she said.

"I'll look forward to it," Robert said with a smile. Just for today, he would take it easy. It wouldn't hurt him and Rosalind would be able to relax just a little now that she only really had to worry about Elizabeth.

0.o.0.o.0

July 12th, 1894

This morning was completely different and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't glad for it. She didn't wake to the same uncomfortable silence. Instead, she woke to the faint sound of a record playing in the music room.

Robert was out of bed again and she sighed softly to herself. There didn't seem to be anything she could do to keep him in bed.

She got out of the bed and went out into the hall. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Robert stood in the hall with all of his bedding, "Laundry." he said, "How did you sleep?"

His recovery was coming just as quickly as his sickness had. She knew that she needed to trust him when it came to his own health but her nerves always overcame any rational thought. "I slept fine." she said, "Elizabeth actually slept through the night."

"One step at a time," Robert repeated his statement from the day before, "Why don't we stay in the music room today? I think Elizabeth would like to stretch her legs."

"I'm not keeping Elizabeth from running about." Rosalind pointed out, "She doesn't want to move." In fact, Elizabeth preferred to sit as close to Rosalind as possible.

"I think she will today." Robert said, "I can feel it."

"I think I should call the doctor one more time," she said. Dr. Andrews would probably be annoyed that she was calling again and she was not sure if she wanted him to see the state of their home. She didn't want the press to find out that she had let their home fall into total disarray.

"We can," Robert agreed, "I can book an appointment and we can take her tomorrow."

"Take her?"

"Yes, I'm well enough to leave this place now." Robert adjusted the blankets in his arms. That was when Rosalind noticed that he was fully dressed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Just to the market." he said, "I'm going to cook dinner tonight. I'm sure a healthy meal will help Elizabeth recover." Was it possible that they had remained sick for so long because she hadn't given them a proper meal? The soup was all They could stomach at first but maybe she should have forced them to eat something else.

"I can go." Rosalind said, "You should rest."

"Please," Robert sighed, "I'm fine. I'm not feeling weak, I'm not having a headache, and my nosebleeds stopped yesterday." He was restless already and she couldn't blame him. She hadn't let him out of his room at all yesterday, "Now I'm only making a short trip to the market, absolutely nothing bad will happen."

"Robert, there's so much that can go wrong-"

"Like what?"

"Like… What does it matter?" She asked. Just because she couldn't think of anything right now, didn't mean that there was no risk.

"It matters because there are things that need to be done." Robert said, "There's nothing left to eat here. You've gone through everything. We're out of tea as well. I'll get your favorite kind, don't worry."

Rosalind nodded and sighed. It was an issue that she knew she would have to face eventually. They hadn't completed their shopping the day Robert had gotten sick. Once they had selected what they needed for dinner, Robert had left. "Fine then, please don't stay out too long," she said.

In her younger days, she had always done just the opposite just to spite her mother. She wondered if Robert would do the same thing. She doubted that he was truly cross with her but she would admit that she was being slightly overbearing.

"I won't," Robert said, "Now, dear sister, would you like anything from the market? Perhaps, a few biscuits or another tin of candy?"

He smiled and started walking towards the steps, "Come right back." she said.

"I'm feeling really pale today, I might stay out by the fountain and let the sun do its work," he said.

"You'll burn," she sighed, "But perhaps that would teach you a lesson."

"You should go back to sleep," Robert stopped at the top of the stairs, "Get some rest while you can, I'll wake you for breakfast."

Rosalind reluctantly agreed and went back into her room. There was nothing to worry about but she still felt as if everything would go wrong again.

~0~0~0~

Rosalind felt Elizabeth's hands on her face when she awoke but she didn't move. Elizabeth had been waking in tears for the past few nights. She was reluctant to admit it but she missed the feeling. Elizabeth had always woken her up this way before they moved her to the crib.

She finally opened her eyes and was face to face with Elizabeth. The child smiled and Rosalind found herself smiling back, "Good morning." she said.

The relief that filled her once she saw Elizabeth's smile was unexpected. She was incredibly lucky that things had not gone the other way. She remembered her mother telling her of the children who had died young. She had called them unlucky and said that it was a good thing that she couldn't have any more children.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Rosalind said. Elizabeth rolled onto her back and began to babble again. Rosalind wasn't sure what Elizabeth could have possibly been saying, she hadn't done much recently but Rosalind listened anyway.

Elizabeth gasped and rolled back to her, "Robbie?" had she only just realized that she had not seen him in almost a week?

"He went to the store, he should be making breakfast soon," she said. There was a knock on her door and she sat up, "Come in."

The door opened and Robert poked his head into the room, "You're finally awake." he said.

"Robbie!" Elizabeth held her arms up and Robert came into the room.

"How was your trip?" Rosalind asked.

"It was great." Robert picked Elizabeth up, "I made breakfast but I couldn't wake you. But lunch is ready."

"I slept through breakfast?" she mumbled.

"Like a rock," Robert said.

"Hm." Rosalind sat back and watched as Robert and Elizabeth spoke to each other, or as Robert spoke and Elizabeth laughed. It had been too easy to take it all for granted. She felt guilty for every argument she'd had with Robert about Elizabeth. Looking at them now, she could see how happy the child made him.

"I already placed our lunch in the music room," Robert said, "Are you awake enough to join us?"

"Just let me get changed," she said.

"Take your time, the lunch is already cold and I still have to make the tea," he said. He took Elizabeth with him as he left the room. Rosalind bathed and changed her clothes quickly.

She met Robert in the music room and sat down on the couch, "There you are, I was starting to think you fell asleep again." Robert said.

"I might have," she yawned, "I'm still tired."

"Understandable." Robert said, "I still haven't prepared the tea, I was a little distracted."

"I'll get it." she stood quickly, "I'll fall asleep if I sit for too long." She was out of the room before Robert could protest. He likely wanted to make sure she did nothing at all today but she was not one to be idle for too long.

She made it down to the drawing-room and noticed that everything was spotless. The laundry had been put away and the chalkboards had been moved out of the room. Clearly, he had been busy while she was asleep.

Rosalind walked to the kitchen and saw that he had cleaned this area as well. The cluttered countertops were now organized and the pile of dirty dishes had been cleaned and put away.

On the counter, she would see that Robert had begun to write thank you letters to everyone who had sent them gifts while he was sick. They were all the same and bore the signature of R. Lutece. No one would know which one of them actually sent it since their signatures were exactly alike.

Next to it all was a large bouquet of flowers. Yellow tulips. Had someone sent another gift? She still had all the other flowers in the lobby. She wasn't sure what to do with them all.

She picked up the card attached and read the note, "Thank you for all that you do… R. Lutece."

So they were from Robert then. She smiled softly and touched the petals. He didn't have to buy her gifts like this. If he fell sick again, she would gladly nurse him back to health as she had the last 2 times.

She looked towards the sink and saw that the tray of tea had already been prepared. Robert had most likely wanted her to see the flowers.

She returned with the tray of tea to see both Robert and Elizabeth on the floor looking through one of Robert's sketchbooks. Elizabeth seemed to be interested in what he was saying but Rosalind could bet she held the same expression when being told about advanced physics. Maybe she just liked to hear their voices.

"Sorry," she said, "I was distracted."

"That's alright," Robert said with a smile, "Care to sit with us?"

"On the floor?" Rosalind set the tray down on the table.

"It's quite comfortable," Robert said.

Rosalind sat down beside them and listened as Robert explained his drawings to Elizabeth, "This one was something I thought about before I met Rosalind." he said.

She had only closed her eyes for a moment but when she opened them again, she was on the couch. Robert was at the piano letting Elizabeth press the keys, "Do you think anyone ever sang to her?" Robert turned back at her.

"It's doubtful," Rosalind said. How did he know she was awake again?

"Hmm?" Robert looked away, "Perhaps when you're more awake, you could sing her a song. I'd do it myself but well… Your voice is far more pleasant than mine."

"Nonsense." she closed her eyes again.

"How about you eat your lunch?" Robert suggested, "Or have a sip of tea."

She didn't feel sick, just tired. Despite Elizabeth's laughing and the sound of the piano, Rosalind found herself falling asleep once more.

When she awoke again she realized that she had spent the entire day sleeping. She could see Robert gently placing Elizabeth in her crib. "Robert?" she said quietly

"Yes?" he looked at her.

"Goodnight," she said quietly.

"Sleep well, sweet sister," he said quietly. He planted a kiss on her forehead before turning out the light and leaving her alone. Rosalind got of bed only to change into her nightgown. She looked at Elizabeth in her crib and sighed. Things would only get better from there.

NOTE: I know this is a longer chapter but I didn't want to split it up since I didn't want to drag it on. The next chapter is written so expect an update soon. Thank you to everyone who had read. :)