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Elizabeth, Ciel's fiancée, was laying propped up and supported by pillows on a stark, white hospital bed. This was not at all fitting for her. According to Ciel, a girl who was full of life and vigor, such as Lizzy, should be associated with bright colors and charms for eons to come.

He walked straight ahead, taking long, confident strides, looking in Lizzy's eyes to see any trace of her former persona. He could see none whatsoever, but still languidly walked up to her, taking his own sweet time. She, too, looked at Ciel in an indifferent, scared manner. For this he could not blame her. He had just realized his love for her, but she, now, was feeling like an abandoned soul. She was like a petal that had lost its purpose, swaying to the beat of the wind, withering. It was not a question of him accepting her. It was a question whether she would embrace her own self. And as he probed the room, or Lizzy's body language for symptoms which may give away anything about her condition, he sought and fought nothing. The loudest noise in that room was the beating of his own heart, resounding and recurrent.

"Umm...hello", Ciel greeted, fidgety and nervous.

She gave him no rejoinder, but looked at him with those emerald, frightened eyes.

He caught her hands in his. "I will always accept you the way you are", he vowed," because Lizzy, you are the only one, befitting to be my fiancée."

"Shit!" Ciel thought," that sounded so much like a drudge! Like a boring manual!"

"Don't call me Lizzy", she scolded sternly.

"What's my name, doctor?"

"Patient no,.", the doctor was about to blurt, but shut up when he saw Sebastian's demeanor. Sebastian was holding a knife behind his back, but was nonchalant as ever.

"Why are you looking at me, doctor? Am I that attractive?"

"No, actually-"

"What! You're saying I'm not hot?"

"Yes, you are."

"What are you waiting for? Tell the lady her name!"

"I don't remember", the doctor mumbled.

"I said, TELL the lady her name!"

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Paula stepped forward, raised her arms in a dance-step, and then paused.

"Laa-a-dy Elizaabeth!" was her rendition, in a sing-song manner.

Paradoxical silence ensued.

Elizabeth, said, ignoring her attendant, "Call me Elizabeth. And don't touch me."

The same hands which Ciel had held a moment ago were now caressing the folds of the blanket. Even though most of her was covered with the sheets, they all could see plasters and bandages marring her beauty, and blood speckled carelessly on her hair. Still, she managed to look lively and vivacious.

"You don't remember me?" Ciel became recluse once more.

"No", she said, her tone equally distant.

"You liked me", Ciel stated, inwardly mortified that he had actually cited that.

"I'm not me", she looked offended.

"And I have no idea why I am being visited by a set of weirdoes. Where you tell me, hello Elizabeth, earlier you used to chew your pencil like this when you were bored, and you had given me a nick-name xyz, and I expect you to be like how you were before. Even if I don't want to, I will end up allowing you to impose whatever you think on me. You butler, remind me of a demon. Paula, you remind me of a flower. A weird one. And Ciel- you are, shorter than me? How can I believe what you say?"

Ciel winced. He hated it when their heights were compared. The former Lizzy took care never to bring it up.

"Oh dear", Sebastian wailed calmly," It shall be a lot of trouble to cure you."

Sebastian's impassive voice, somewhere deep within Ciel's mind, was striking a chord of hope.

"Yes", Ciel looked sincerely in Lizzy's eyes," however you'll be...it doesn't matter. What matters is that you have us with you", and then he added in a low voice," Just so you know, here is my proof..."

Ciel leaned forward. For a moment, Lizzy almost imagined their noses touching and consequently their lips meeting. But he just patted her and ruffled her hair.

"Not a fan of romanticism, Master," Sebastian said, amused.

Ciel looked at Sebastian. The look in his eyes was enough to convey what he wanted. Wordlessly Sebastian held the door open and said, "Lady Elizabeth, we shall now take your leave. Till then, please remember Ciel otherwise he will pout like a girl..."

Ciel grimaced, and hoped in his hearts of hearts that he would never see a day like this again.

It was the first day the school had witnessed a feat like this. Ciel Phantomhive, the last student you would take for anything related to mathematics, wrote his assessment diligently at the least speed of 10 km/min. He had already finished a manuscript of seven pages for the exam, and was his exam paper was still-in-progress.

In his mind, he was kissing Lizzy, thanking her for lending her intelligence to him for at least a while.

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