"How're you feeling, deary?" The maid walked over to the bedside, she offered a smile. I assumed she was trying to make the situation less awkward.
"Uh….I guess okay?" I replied as I looked down, my head had this splitting feeling. It made me feel very light-headed.
"Was to be expected it was. Do you remember your name?" The maid asked, I could hear a tone of sympathy in her voice.
I looked up at the maid. "My name? Oh….Ashley. My name is Ashley." I said, I took a pause for a minute, I wasn't sure what my name was for moment, actually.
"Ashley? A pretty name, that is. I'm Mey-Rin, maid of Phantomhive Manor, I am." Mey-Rin adjusted her glasses as she was talking. Her glasses were really thick, I couldn't even see her eyes. How did she see with those things on?!
"Could you...uh...tell me what happened?" I asked Mey-Rin, as I continued to look down at the blankets that were sprawled across the bed and lay a top of my legs.
"Oh? Found you in the rain, we did. You had a big gash in your head. Besides that, we aren't sure what happened, no we don't. Hoped you would provide some answers. You've been out cold for two days, you have." Mey-Rin took a pause, she seemed to be thinking. "You should get some rest. Straining won't do you good, it won't." Mey-Rin soon said, she smiled kindly.
"...I guess I should...uh...thank you." I replied as I sank back into the covers of the bed. I closed my eyes and heard Mey-Rin leave the room.
I got some answers, that made my thoughts a little less scattered. However, I was still confused beyond belief. I guess no point in worrying on it, rest is what I needed right now.
Soon enough, I had fallen asleep.
I had probably slept the whole night, I woke with the sun high in the sky. The windows in this room were huge, they were an old rustic looking gold color. They were really pretty though.
I didn't want to have to lay in bed, so what did I do? Attempt to get up. When you have been out cold for about two days and you don't know what exactly is wrong with you, walking takes practice.
I held onto the side of the bed, my legs really weren't working with me right now. Once I had gotten some balance, I let go of the bed. Which was a mistake on my part, because down I went with a thump.
"...Ow..." I breathed, rubbing my back. "Good job, genius."
I huffed out some air and attempted to stand again, this time around I actually had enough balance to do so.
"Okay...got some balance…let's walk." I carefully walked around the room. The carpet in this room was extremely soft and felt nice underneath my bare feet.
I made my way to the windows, there was a horse-pulled carriage coming around to the front of the building. Something about horse-drawn carriages didn't seem right to me….
A man who looked like a doctor emerged from the carriage and was greeted by a young boy and a tall man in black.
After the three entered the building, I moved away from the window and looked around the room a bit more.
The walls were a medium green color, had a couple portraits and scenery pictures hanging on the walls and sitting atop of the hearth. The carpet was this off white color and underneath was brown wood flooring. The blanket on the bed was white and had gold-brown trimming along the edge, the pillows had a floral pattern and had lace around the edges. As I said, cozy looking.
There was a body-sized mirror in the corner of the room, I decided to take a look at myself. Probably looked pretty bad right now too.
I stood in front of the mirror, studying my features. Messy blonde hair (probably messy due to laying in bed and sleeping.), bright blue eyes, pale skin. My pale skin made my blue-eyes very notable. My nose was slight thin, well defined, also a very notable feature. I had bangs, which fell messily over the bandages.
My clothing consisted of one thing, a white and loose fitting nightgown, which reached to my ankles.
As I was walking away from the mirror I heard footsteps, definitely more than one person walking this way. As I was sure they were coming in here, I, of course entered panic mode. Then there was a knock on the door and I made a beeline for the bed, tripped and landed face first.
I landed with a loud thump too, louder than the thump from earlier, hurt lots more too. The three I saw outside the window walked in as I was sitting up, rubbing my cheek. The doctor looking guy looked concerned, the young boy looked shocked I was awake and the guy in black looked a bit neutral, so to speak.
"You look like you had quite the fall." The assumingly doctor offered, trying to break the awkward silence lining the air thickly.
"...Hurt too." I replied, as the man in black moved to help me up.
I didn't take the offer of help at first though, I stubbornly insisted that I could get up on my own. After I fell down again, I let him help me. Stupid legs, work right next time!
After I had enough balance to stand on my own, I pulled my hand away from the man in black and then walked away with a light blush on my cheek with embarrassment.
"You've got yourself a pretty large gash in this head of yours. Do you know how managed that?" The doctor examined my head. He was looking at the wound, probably thinking on what he should do about it.
I winced when the doctor patted a liquid on the wound, it stung pretty bad.
"..No...I don't." I replied as the stinging was easing up a bit.
"Do you have a history of drinking alcohol?" He asked, examining it a bit more.
"No. I don't drink." I winced again, when he touched the gash with a gloved hand.
"We're going to have to stitch this up, it's pretty deep. Young lady, you're lucky to be alive. A wound this deep shoulda killed you." He said, getting up from his chair and walking over to his bag of medical supplies.
He stitched it up, just as said. He then proceeded to ask me more questions, gave me a standard check-up and excused himself from the room when he was done.
After a little while, the doctor walked back in, the other two from earlier following.
"She has a case of amnesia. As she remembers a few things, like her age and name, I say her memory might come back within a week or two. The amnesia was most likely caused by the wound in her head. Other than that, she's healthy. No broken bones and no infections. If anything happens, give me a call and I'll head back out." The doctor handed the young boy some papers and took his leave.
The young boy looked over the papers and after reading quietly to himself for a bit, he looked up at me.
"Ashley Lockhart, age 20, born September 23rd. Sound right to you?" He questioned me, looking me in the eyes. His eyes were this icy blue color, his hair being a dark blue along side them. He wore an eye-patch and I couldn't help but wonder why.
I nodded to answer his question, his stare was really intimidating.
"Good." He took a pause before continuing. "I am Ciel Phantomhive, head of the Phantomhive estate.".
Noted, this intimidating young man was the owner of this place.
"This is Sebastian Michaelis, the butler." He gestured to the man next him.
Interesting.
I spent the rest of the day laying in bed, against my will. Apparently, resting is something I need right now. I feel fine! …God, my head hurts…. Wait! No...nevermind…
Welp! Second chapters done! Haha, I hope it was enjoyable! Thank you for reading!
MidnightShadow101, Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you've liked the story so far and that you like Ashley too! I hope you stick around a bit longer! Thank you again!
-NotFocused