It had been a couple of days since the conversation with Louis, and during that ti, Mauve hardly ran into him except during als.
Jael was also equally busy. She wondered what was happening with the Palers, but he never gave her too much information, just a few words or so.
She wanted to pester him, but she knew he would want her to concentrate on getting better, and she was doing her best to keep track of her state of health.
Mauve sat upright on her bed as she waited. Jean would be here soon for her usual checkup before she retired for the day.
Recently, the answers to his questions hadn't changed, and that was because she didn't feel any worse.
To be honest, she felt all healed up, but unfortunately, the white patches all over her skin said otherwise. They were fading, but excruciatingly slowly.
They still covered her arms, abdon, and thighs. She winced when she looked at them, and at the rate they were fading, she was certain she would have them for a very long ti.
"Your expression never lies," Jael said as he smoothed her forehead of creases. "You don't have to worry; you're healing well enough."
She raised her head to look at him and smiled. "Still," she said, lifting one arm to point to the patches with her finger, "there has barely been any difference. The ones on my abdon are the worst."
"It's not getting worse, is it?" He asked as he scooted closer to her, pulling her against his body. He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of pants, with his bare feet hanging off the side of the bed.
She rested her head on his chest and let out a loud sigh. "No, it isn't, but it doesn't feel as if it's getting any better."
"As long as you don't feel worse or sick, what's a little discoloration? Besides, now you're even closer to my skin tone."
"Is that supposed to be a joke?" She asked with a snort.
"Not funny?"
She shook her head. "Nah, it wasn't very good, but thanks."
"You're welco," he replied, caressing her head. "Jean should be here soon. We will hear his verdict for the day."
Mauve chuckled, "I suppose we will." She hoped he had sothing different to say this ti, but she didn't voice it.
Mauve pressed her head closer to Jael's chest as she tried to listen to his heartbeat, but it was irregular, and she found that she often forgot to listen out for it.
"He is here," Jael suddenly called out, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Oh," she replied but didn't attempt to adjust.
Jean was likely to inspect her body again, but he never checked more than her arms, and she could just stretch that out to him.
Less than ten seconds after Jael announced Jean's presence, a knock rang out, and Jael let Jean know he could co in.
The physician opened the door and walked into the room with hasty steps. He closed the door behind him and bowed low and fast enough to touch the ground with his forehead.
Mauve winced a little; she couldn't help but think that the forceful forward swing must have made him dizzy.
"Co closer, Jean," Jael commanded.
Jean nodded and moved quickly, his feet making a loud noise as they rubbed against the carpet. Mauve tried to ignore it but failed woefully; being around vampires made her used to silent movents.
Jean reached the bedside in no ti, and she was relieved when his footsteps stopped.
"Princess," he called, and she smiled at him. The fact that he never stuck to one na for her was more comforting than it was annoying.
"Do you feel any different?" He asked, staring at her.
Mauve could see his head and eyes moving around as he tried to get a look at her hand. She knew he was very curious about the patches and spent more ti studying them than he needed to.
She shook her head while still lying on Jael. She was too tired for modesty.
"And the patches?" He asked.
She stretched her closest arm to him. "No difference, I'm afraid. At this point, it would take more than a year to get my normal skin back."
Mauve didn't want to sound as though she was complaining, but she couldn't help it. The patches looked like so kind of sickness, and she hated it.
To so extent, she couldn't help but fear that it wasn't actually fading because any ti now, she would fall sick again. Mauve knew she would do anything to avoid that. It was already a miracle she was healing; she didn't want to take any chances.
She doubted she would be so lucky again. She knew how deadly this illness was, and she would be lying if she said luck had nothing to do with it.
This ti around, the universe was on her side, but as she had found out multiple tis, it could quickly turn against her.
Jean's hands felt warm against hers, and sohow that made her wince more than Jael's cold skin against the side of her face.
He brought his face closer but kept so distance. Mauve wondered if it was because of Jael. Usually, Jean would bury his head as close to the patches as possible.
He reluctantly raised his head and let go of her arm. It dropped down, and she pulled it closer to her body.
"You are right," he whispered. "There isn't much difference."
"Isn't there sothing else we could try?" She asked. At this point, she was willing to try the ointnt again, but she knew better.
"I don't know. I did think about sothing, but I am not quite sure. I have absolutely nothing to back it up, and I am only suggesting it because I don't have any other solutions, and by the looks of things, we would have to try sothing different."
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