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Faust: Erhalten Sie einfach an mit der Geschichte!
Ursula: Yeah…I think?
Miomi: Faust, you're mean!
Eliza: But he's so cute!
All the girls: Yeah!
You can look at the pronunciation with the other chapters; I am too lazy today…
Disclaimer: If I owned Faust, I wouldn't need to make up stories about him, now would I?
Ursula's POV
"…will be fine. Go and get ready for dinner. You need rest and sleep, all this excitement isn't good for you." I awoke slowly, unable to move. Where was I? Who was talking?
Footsteps and the creak of a door closing were heard. I knew a light was on in the room, and I thought I could feel eyes on me. I didn't move for several seconds, but I couldn't tell if there was anyone in the room with me.
"You're awake, then," came the voice of Dr. Faust. It startled me into opening my eyes.
"I don't…know…what happened…" I said. Suddenly, it all came back to me. Radiation, smiles, Mother's dying.
"It will be alright, Ms. Ursula, don't cry," Dr. Faust had crossed the room and was standing over me, looking worried.
I realized that tears had begun leaking out of my eyes, and tried to sit up. I made it halfway before the doctor had to support my back. Deftly, he arranged my pillows until I was comfortable.
I buried my face in my hands, and began sobbing. A gentle hand patted my head. Then, a thought struck me.
"She…she can't die. I love her. Can't you save her? You're a doctor! It's your job to save her! You have to…please…" I turned to look at him.
"At this point in our technology, radiation poisoning cannot be reversed," he said quietly. I cried harder than before.
"But, I can try!" The poor man seemed unable to deal with crying women. He tried to explain himself, saying, "I mean, I'll try to develop a cure, to save your mother before she dies."
I laughed, shakily. Something about this man calmed me. Eliza was a lucky one.
Smiling now, I yelled, "You will? Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Without thinking, I reached out and hugged him.
"Ms. Ursula…" Dr. Faust's face was red when I came to my senses and let go.
"Um, sorry! I was so happy, you know, about Mother maybe living, that it sort of spilled over, and," I could feel my face turning crimson, "You don't have to call me 'Ms.' or anything. I mean, you can just call me Ursula, but my father calls me Reizend (lovely)…oh, you shouldn't call me that, sorry, that was rude, Dr. Faust!"
He stared at me awhile, confused, and then smiled. "Well then, Ursula, you do not need to say the 'Dr.' for me. Faust will do."
"Hmm, then will Mrs. Eliza be just Eliza?" Oh! He smiled again! He must have been the one who caught me when I fainted, such strong arms…
"You will need to talk to her about such things, I think. You are becoming pale. I believe your charming butler has prepared a dinner for us. Shall we go?"
Faust's POV
I had laid Ms. Ursula on her bed, and she had been asleep for an hour, when Eliza could no longer keep Sieger way from his daughter.
"Let me see her! Reizend, Reizend! Isn't she all right? I'm going to lose my wife, I can't lose my daughter, too!" He yelled loudly in the hall.
"Sieger, Ms. Ursula is asleep. She has been over exhausted, after taking care of her mother. After she has had some sleep, she will be fine. Go and get ready for dinner. You need rest and sleep, all this excitement isn't good for you." I tried to calm him down. He stalked off, and I closed the door.
I turned to look at my charge. She was beautiful in a classic way, but, then again, an opinion of beauty can change easily through fashions. Her breathing was becoming irregular, and I could see her eyes moving beneath her closed lids.
"You're awake, then," I said. She jumped a little, and her eyes opened quickly. She was startled by the sudden noise.
"I don't…know…what happened…" she whispered. Her face contorted and tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. I crossed the room to her.
"It will be alright, Ms. Ursula, don't cry," I tried to soothe her.
She began to sit up. I helped her after she had gotten halfway, holding her back. Quickly, I piled pillows so she would be comfortable.
She began sobbing. She looked so forlorn…I stroked her head until she turned to me.
"She…she can't die. I love her. Can't you save her? You're a doctor! It's your job to save her! You have to…please…" I couldn't tell her that I couldn't, because that would really break her heart. I had to say it, though.
"At this point in our technology, radiation poisoning cannot be reversed," I said quietly. The tears redoubled.
"But, I can try!" I couldn't stand girls crying around me, and didn't know how to handle them. Ms. Ursula looked confused, and I explained, saying, "I mean, I'll try to develop a cure, to save your mother before she dies."
She seemed to cheer up. Quickly, she began beaming as she thought about it.
She yelled, "You will? Thank you! Thank you so much!" She stretched towards me and hugged me as she fell from the bed.
"Ms. Ursula…" I could feel my cheeks flush as I pushed her back onto the pillows.
"Um, sorry! I was so happy, you know, about Mother maybe living, that it sort of spilled over, and," her cheeks began turning an interesting magenta, "You don't have to call me 'Ms.' or anything. I mean, you can just call me Ursula, but my father calls me Reizend (lovely)…oh, you shouldn't call me that, sorry, that was rude, Dr. Faust!"
I was sure I misunderstood, then worked out what she meant and smiled, "Well then, Ursula, you do not need to say the 'Dr.' for me. Faust will do."
"Hmm, then will Mrs. Eliza be just Eliza?" Eliza had hardly let me call her by her first name alone before we were engaged. I wondered what she would say to this young girl about it.
"You will need to talk to her about such things, I think. You are becoming pale. I believe your charming butler has prepared a dinner for us. Shall we go?"
To be continued…again…I have the entire plot written down, but it's so long when I actually write it out and explain what's happening…
Most of what happens, I got from the series…like, when he said he had lost a battle with death? That's kind of foreshadowing…and, there's a hole in Eliza's skull when he's trotting her around town? Yeah…I began wondering about how she could have died, and the battle with death (I figured even Faust would not hope to save a chick with a hole in her brain)…
In other words, I do intend to have this turn into an angsty, pseudo-love triangle, and Eliza will die. If you like happy endings, run far, far away. But still review! Please?
