Chapter 4: Where Did My Little Dog Go?
Sebastian knocked lightly and opened the door. "Dear Cecile! How are you feeling? Well perhaps?"
"Oh, Mr Sebastian…I'm alright I suppose. I just woke up." Cecile sneezed endearingly.
Sebastian brought to her some more food and water and the pink bottle of medicine. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to change the sheets for a couple of nights. Unless you want me to right now?" He said hesitantly. He breathed a short sigh of relief when Cecil declined. "Oh, well, at any rate, I had the liberty to bring up your armor and some things. I was instructed to come and see you at every hour and to cater to your whims and make sure you take your medicine. I…"
"Sebastian," Cecile silenced him. "Where's Thomas?"
"Oh, um, he's in Vinel-De-Zexay right at this moment, I was actually supposed to go with him, but then he wanted me to take care of you instead."
"How long is he supposed to be there?"
"Oh, I'm not sure, he said only a couple of days, a week or two at most." Sebastian brought out the pink bottle and filled a spoonful of it. "Now take this." He held the spoon up to Cecile's mouth. She shook her head from the taste but it made her dizzy again. "Cecile, I'm sure you can look after yourself now, you don't need an old man like me babysitting, do you?"
"No, of course not. Thank you Mr. Sebastian." She poked at the apple slices on the tray.
"Alrighty then. You just rest and relax and don't worry about a thing! I'll come by later, alright?" Sebastian shut the door behind him
Cecile slowly chewed on the slice, then a couple more. She suddenly realized she needed to urinate. "Oh, bother." She mumbled as she slowly stood out of bed. She carefully opened the door and peaked outside. No one was around. She walked down the hall to the bathroom.
When she came out, she heard Juan cat-calling her. She looked over the edge of the stairway. She frowned. Juan was standing at he bottom stairs looking up at her, smiling lazily. Cecile turned and walked back to her bedroom, hoping that he didn't follow her. Unfortunately, as soon as she slid herself between the sheets Juan waltzed right in.
"Don't you know how to knock!" She protested, pulling the sheets over her head.
"That was some nice ass-slapping. And now here you are in his bedroom. I must have really set you two up!" He pulled the sheets off of her face.
"Hey!" she yelled while wrestling with the sheet. She looked up at him. "Where'd you go after that anyway?"
"Oh, just back to my place and fell asleep of course. You know how I'm so damn lazy." He stood up, letting the sheet be taken by its occupant.
"Oh…"
"I heard you were feeling under the whether." Juan sat down on Thomas' chair, and scooted close to the bed.
"Uh, yeah, so?"
"Um, I dunno. Hope you get better soon?"
"Gee, thanks." Cecile rolled over and pulled the sheet over her head and curled up into a ball.
"Awe, don't be like that. You know you're like a sister to me." He patted her on the head.
"Am not!" She waved her hand around in resistance to head-petting.
"Ok, well, toodles! I've got naps to catch up on!" Juan jolted form his seat and closed the door hastily behind him, leaving Cecile all alone again, with only her hot forehead and churning guts to think about.