EMMA
"Mistress, are you alright?"
Lita had just helped me into my room, and now she stood in front of me, wringing her hands and looking worried.
"I will be fine. What is it, Lita?" My face broke into a tired smile. "Something on your mind?"
"Mistress," she said hesitantly, "I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. I should never have left you last night. Maybe if I hadn't left, you would have been okay today."
"It's not your fault," I assured her gently. "Besides, you can't be with me all the time."
For the next few minutes, Lita continued to fuss over me, straightening pillows, adjusting the curtains, and hovering like a worried mother hen. It was only after I promised to send for her if I needed anything that she finally left.
When I turned to face the bed, I wished she hadn't gone. It was only a few steps away, yet it felt more like a hundred. My aching legs felt as if they were cemented to the floor, and the pounding in my head was growing steadily worse.
