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So, this chapter, honestly I wrote it in like an hour, so it's not very good.
I don't now much about asthma, so don't hate on my lack of knowledge!
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Ciel clutched Sebastian's white shirt in her clenched hands, her knuckles white.
"Young Mistress, please, just breath, you'll be alright, so long as you focus on your breathing in, and out, slowly now."
If she wasn't fighting for breath Ciel would be glaring at the demon for his ability to stay, or at least appear calm in any situation.
After what felt like hours, though was only minutes, Ciel's breathing stabilized somewhat, allowing her to relax her now numb and sore hands, letting them fall from Sebastian's once crisp, pristine white shirt.
"Young Mistress, it's getting worse are you positive you don't want me to fetch a doctor? With the Phantomhive name we have access to the best of the best." Sebastian asked, for what must've been the fifth time that day.
"No, a doctor would demand a physical, they would have to touch me, see me, they'd see the... no, the answer is no Sebastian, and it will remain so." Ciel rasped, her throat sore.
She's been ill ever since, since the night she was 'kidnapped' by Aleistor in order to catch him in the act.
She'd awoken inside a cage, in nothing but a very thin red see through nightshirt, her hands and feet bound.
She'd panicked and called for Sebastian immediately.
Unfortunately Sebastian hadn't made it in time to rescue her from being groped viciously by a stranger that reached through her bars, claiming he'd bought her and she was his now.
She took pleasure in seeing his eyes widen in shock at his looked down to see Sebastian's hand sticking out of his chest, covered in blood.
The pleasure of seeing her abductors torn to shreds, disappeared as it hit her.
She'd been unconscious for who knows how long?
Someone had undressed her.
Someone, or for all she knew, someone's, eyes, and hands had been on her.
It was upon Sebastian releasing her from her confines that she noticed the bruises forming around and on her breasts, as well at the ones on her thighs, that she threw up, and began sobbing hysterically.
The rest of the night was a blur for her, vaguely she recalled hearing Rin's scream of horror, as well as Tanaka's angry voice, and Sebastian's soothing words of comfort as he tried to calm her.
The next thing she clearly remembered was waking up to Sebastian by her bedside, a wet clothe in one hand, dabbing at the sweat on her brow.
Sebastian had two theories.
One, she contracted something from all of the old and reused things used in the warehouse.
Two, she was so distressed over the experience that it was taking a toll on her body.
Her asthma was worse than ever, she was running a fever, and she kept throwing up, that didn't help with her asthma.
"Young Mistress, would you like for me to write an apology to Lady Elizabeth as you are unable to make to her birthday ball?"
Ciel's eyes narrowed, that was supposed to be tonight! She couldn't possibly attend, but she had to, if she didn't, who knew what kind of hell there'd be to pay.
"No, please start a hot bath, I'll simply take it easy tonight."
Though his feature's remained stoic Ciel could see concern in Sebastian's blood red gaze.
That startled her momentarily, and almost allowed her to be pushed gently back into the bed, but she wasn't having it.
She pushed Sebastian's hands away.
"Now Sebastian, or we may be late."
Standing and bowing sightly, with a quiet "Yes Young Mistress." Sebastian stalked from the room.
She knew she'd made him a little cross with her, but she couldn't focus on that at the moment, she had more pressing matters.
Such as how the hell she'd pull this off.
If there was anyone that could scare Ciel, it was Elizabeth.
When they were younger the girl had the tendency to force her into various outfit's trying to find the 'cutest' one for her whenever Ciel upset her.
There was no doubt in her mind Elizabeth would do it again, even with as old as they'd both gotten and she couldn't risk that, not with her problems... or her scars.
After a long hot bath, Sebastian dressed her in a simple black dress, with a dark blue over coat fastened at the waist.
Her hair was left down, framing her face in gentle waves, as her simple black eye-patch covered the contract.
To cover-up how pale she was, Sebastian applied a slight amount of make-up to her face.
She sighed, looking in the mirror, she didn't look as beautiful as usual, but who would if they were feeling as unwell as she currently did.
"Let's go Sebastian, or we really will be late."
"Yes, Young Mistress."
Ciel sighed.
Just a little while longer until the time was appropriate to leave without seeming rude.
She was standing to the side of the buffet table, a song played softly by the band as several aristocrats of around her age danced in pairs around the dance floor.
She knew how to dance of course, thanks to Sebastian's forced lessons a while ago, but she didn't want to dance with anyone here.
Honestly the only one's she would dance with, are Elizabeth and Sebastian.
Elizabeth as she wasn't a male and she trusted her, Sebastian, well that's obvious.
She was brought out of her thoughts by a boy, maybe a year or two older than her, with dark brown hair and bright green eyes, wearing a simple black suit, tapping her shoulder and extending a hand.
"May I have this dance?"
Ciel smiled politely, about to decline when Elizabeth popped up next to them.
"Aw! How cute! Go one Ciel! Dance with him!" Elizabeth pushed Ciel into the boy before running off.
Ciel straightened herself immediately, but it was too late, his arm was around her waist and his hand was gripping hers as he led her onto the dance floor.
If he noticed how rigid she was the entire time, he didn't say anything.
"So, your the famous Ciel Phantomhive." The boy began, a slight smirk on his lips.
She nodded, unable to speak, she was feeling nausea's from the constant twirling in the dance.
"Tell me, are you betrothed?" She shook her head, she didn't like where he was trying to take this.
The smirk on his face grew as he tightened the hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him, their chests touching.
Ciel's breath hitched.
"Why don't you by mine then? My family is nearly as wealthy as your own, I'm sure our children would be perfect as well, with what how beautiful the both of us are." he smiled.
Ciel couldn't breath, she yanked her hand from his own and pushed at his chest.
The boy frowned, "Hey, hey there's no need to-" he was cut off at Sebastian appeared at her side, pulling her from the boy's grasp.
"Hey!" the boy exclaimed once again, starting forward.
Sebastian held up a hand, stopping the boy in his tracks.
"My Young Mistress seems to be having an asthma attack, I suggest you stand back."
The boy's eyes widened as Sebastian tilted Ciel's head back, whispering words to her as she gasped for breath.
Guests from the party began to gather around, watching in concern as Ciel gasped, unable to control her breath.
"Out of my way!" a woman shouted as she pushed herself forward.
Francis Midford frowned in concern as she caught site of her niece gasping for breath.
"Everyone back up!" She yelled.
"Sebastian, hold her up in front of me!" Francis demanded.
Knowing the woman would never intentionally hurt Ciel, Sebastian did as asked.
Francis reached forward, and pushed on the area just above Ciel's armpit as she spoke soothingly to the girl.
"Come on Ciel, breath, in through your nose, out your mouth, in your nose, out your mouth."
It took a long while, but eventually Ciel's breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace.
"A-Aunty Fance?" Ciel coughed out.
Francis felt her heart constrict at hearing name Ciel had donned her with as a little girl unable to say Francis properly.
"Hush Ciel, rest now." She spoke sternly, but her eyes were soft.
"I'll be taking the Young Mistress home now." Sebastian spoke as he lifted Ciel into his arms.
"Sebastian, Elizabeth and I will be stopping by tomorrow after noon to check in on her!" Francis called as Sebastian walked away.
The boy Ciel had been dancing with, could only watch as she was carried away. He felt horrible, that only increased as Lady Midford rounded on him and didn't hold back at she chewed him out for hurting her Niece.
Yes Francis Midford was a hard stern woman, but no one could ever say she didn't care for her family.