Roselle woke up, surrounded by nurses and her two family members, Meg and Madame Giry. "Where am I?" She was in a white room, with wooden borders, and was lying on a bed with a brass headboard.
"You're up!" exclaimed Meg. "You've been unconscious for two days! I was so worried."
"I've what!" Roselle jolted up from bed. Her head was aching with pain.
Madame Giry nudged her shoulder, signaling her to lay back down. "You are in the hospital Roselle, and it is true, you have been unconscious for two days."
Roselle tried to remember what happened before everything went black. "And what happened to that beast?"
"The horse?" said her aunt. "You do not have to worry about it. The horse has been taken care of."
"I do hope they did something terrible to it," she said to herself. Her face was soar, and so she placed her palm on her cheek to try to soothe the pain. Instead of feeling her warm flesh, she felt coarse bandages. "What happened to my face!"
The nurse answered her question. "No need to worry, you are fine, although there may by a slight deformity on the left side of your face."
Madame Giry gave the nurse a quick cold glance.
"Well, actually, you're whole left side is deformed," the nurse said hastily.
"What! I don't believe this!" shouted Roselle, worried about the frightening outcome. "Take these bandages off! I demand to see my face!"
The nurse looked fearfully at Madame Giry, which replied with a nod. "Okay, but there might be some bleeding." She picked up some scissors and cut the white bonds from the back of Roselle's head, careful of not taking out any hair. The bandages fell off, and she handed her a mirror.
Roselle's eyes widened as she looked into the mirror. What stared back at her was a monster, with a bulging eye, red patches of skin, and a bright red lip seeming to be pulled sideways by an invisible hand. In many places the skin pigment was of a dark blue, and half of the nose looked as if someone had squished it. Horrified, Roselle swung the mirror against the wall, breaking it, and started to cry. "Why do bad things always happen to me!" she said under salty tears. The tears stung her cheeks.
"It's okay!" reassured Meg, shuddering at her cousin's appearance. She took Roselle's hand, but Roselle pulled away from her.
"No it isn't okay!" she cried. "Look at me! I'm a hideous creature! My beauty is lost forever!"
Madame Giry had just about enough of Roselle's tantrum. "Stop crying, the world isn't over! The nurses worked hard to keep you alive, and look how you give thanks to them, by breaking their mirrors!"
Roselle ignored her, crying uncontrollably.
This made matters worse because Madame Giry dragged Roselle out of bed and out of the door, Meg following behind her. "We're going home right now." That was all she said for the remainder of the ride home. Even Meg, uncomfortable with the situation, kept quiet. The only thing that was heard in the carriage was the clanking of the horse's hoofs against the cobble road and the gentle whimpers of Roselle.
So Roselle is now deformed from a horse. If you think that is impossible, think again. A week ago or so I saw someone on ET (No, not that alien movie, but entertainment tonight or insider) who had half her messed up from her horse. :(
Lucky for her, there's such a thing called plastic surgery.
