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okay, here's the deal, i'm going to Florida next week, so i wont be able to update
BUT i'm going to update now, and on Saturday before i leave.
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Chapter 10
Sydney found herself busy with household tasks for the next few days. Irina and Nadia didn’t mention the Prince and Sydney tried not to think about him. She wanted to see him again, but she couldn’t leave the house without Nadia by her side. Irina said she was worried Sydney might get lost, but she knew it was to keep her away from the Palace.
Sighing, Sydney went back to her task of cleaning the dinner plates in a wash bucket. Knowing they were far from sanitary and missing her paper plates at home, Sydney tried as hard as she could to get them clean. Wiping her hand across her forehead, she accidentally got some soapsuds on her forehead.
“felgercarb.” She cursed, wiping it off with her apron. She heard a throat clear behind her and turned to find a burly man standing in the doorway of the house. “Can I help you?” She asked from her position on the floor.
“Is there a Sydney here?” He asked.
“I’m Sydney, what’s wrong?” She stood up and walked towards the door. She felt like one of the wives on a soap opera about to be told their husband died in a car accident. Shaking off her feeling of dread, she awaited his answer.
“You need to come with me.” He said curtly, grabbing her arm and practically pulling her out the door and into the street.
“What did I do this time?” Sydney wondered aloud bitterly.
“The Prince has requested your presence.” The man informed her and she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t getting whipped again.
“Okay, lets go then.” Sydney pulled her arm back from his grasp and walked behind him the way towards the Palace.
***
“The Prince is in there.” The guard informed her after briskly taking her through the palace. Sydney didn’t have time to look around because the guard was disappearing around corners faster than she could keep up.
“Um… thanks?” Sydney stuttered, pushing open the ornate doors to reveal a lavish bedroom. The white linen canopy bed filled the center of the room and commanded attention. She blushed deeply, wondering why Michael wanted to see her in his bedroom, but put aside her fear and called out, “Michael?”
“Over…” She heard a muffled cough. “here…” Michael’s rough voice called back. Sydney walked closer to the bed to see a pale looking Michael under the sheets of his bed looking under the weather.
“Are you okay?” Sydney asked quietly, feeling like an idiot for thinking Michael was up to something by calling her into his bedroom.
“No.” Michael smiled sadly, before beginning to cough again. Sydney sat down on the edge of the bed next to him with concerned eyes.
“Do they know what’s wrong?” Sydney asked, hoping it wasn’t something bad. She knew that in this time they weren’t very medically advanced and hoped it was something curable.
“No, I just feel really hot and nauseous all the time and I’m really tired.” Michael explained weakly. Sydney cautiously put her hand to his forehead and felt how hot he was.
“It looks like you have a fever.” She removed her hand quietly, trying to ignore the tingle she felt from touching him.
“Are you a doctor now too?” Michael smirked playfully.
“No, but I’ve had it before. It’s not fun.” Sydney sighed, feeling bad for him.
“How long do you think it will last?” Michael asked roughly. She could tell his throat hurt and planned to get him some water for it. He could use a cool rag too.
“It should go away in a few days tops.” Sydney replied, standing up and walking towards the door she came through.
“Where are you going?” Michael asked concernedly.
“I’ll be back.” Sydney promised, shutting the door behind herself.
***
“Nurse Sydney, at your service.” Sydney smiled when she re-entered the room with a tray. Closing the door with her foot, she made her way to the bed and set the tray down. “How’s my patient doing?” She asked playfully.
“Not so great.” Michael coughed. Sydney took a cup of water from the tray and let him drink some.
“The first day is always the worst, after that you just feel crappy for a few days.” Sydney took the next item she had found and laid it gently across his forehead. “This should cool you down a bit.” She added as he smiled at the feeling of the damp rag on his forehead.
“Why are you so great?” Michael asked.
“Oh, I’m nothing special.” Sydney denied, shaking her head.
“You’re special to me.”
TBC...