On Claude's Bed

"Please sit on the bed, I will take care of your wound," said Flora.

She took the emergency box and put it on the ground. Then she fell to her knees, on the carpet, in front of Claude. She took great care of his wound so that he barely felt any pain. On the opposite, her soft touch made his heart flutter.

When she was done she said: "Thank god it's not a deep wound. I don't believe it needs to be seen by a doctor. But I would like it if you do."

"Next day. Now, let's just sleep."

Flora held her arms in shame:

"I am afraid if I go back to bed I will be consumed again by dark thoughts"

"Then let's get out of this room. I'll take you to bed and stay by your side till dawn"

"But you need sleep too!"

"Not as much as you"

Claude turned to Vlad and said: "Wake Martha and ask her to prepare a guest room"

"Please don't wake anyone!" Argued Flora "That would make me feel so bad. Plus, I don't want anyone else to know about the madness consuming my mind. I'll just stay awake, maybe paint or read