forum 1800s Romance (O/O Closed)

Started August 31, 2019 by @LolaBug

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Vivian stands right outside the dinner hall, waiting with a laden tray to be called in to serve Theodosia and her husband dinner.
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Theodosia sits on her knees in the bathroom, head in the toilet as she looses what’s left in her stomach. She’s horribly sick and miserable. With a groan, she throws up again before resting her forehead of the side of the toilet. She's exhausted and tempted to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep. Forcing herself to stand, she brushes her teeth, combs her hair and pulls it into a messy braid, and adjusts her soft white nightgown. She frowns slightly at how snug it feels around her chest. The nightgown had been purchased a month ago so it should still fit. She sighs quietly before shuffling out of the bathroom and heading back to bed despite it being evening. Only a second later, Addie leaps up and lays down next to her. With a quiet sigh, she relaxes against a feather stuffed pillow and Addie rests her head on her stomach. The dog whines and nudges her with her nose. “Not now, Addie,” She grumbles, shutting her eyes in a fruitless effort to sleep. She’s pretty certain that she has a cold or something equally as awful. Due to the extreme nausea, she can’t eat or even smell food cooking. And she’s so tired. She’s especially miserable since she very rarely gets sick. Needless to say, it’s been a rough time for her but she’s managed to power through until today. She cancelled her tea time with the wives of her husband's rich friends and decided to just stay in bed.
Richard enters the room a few minutes later, a look of disapproval on his face. "The doctor will be around shortly. Get out of bed and make yourself look presentable." That's all that he says to her before leaving the room once more.
Sighing quietly, she carefully climbs out of bed and approaches the wardrobe. Getting examined by the doctor while wearing her nightgown is far from appropirate. She needs to suck it up and deal with it for just a few hours. Then she can go right back to bed and rest properly.
Richard approaches Vivian a few minutes later, a scowl on his face. "Leave serving dinner to someone else. Go upstairs and help my wife get dressed." The order is sharp and to the point. With that said, he turns and walks into the dining room.

With a dry nod, Vivian turned and handed the tray to another new recruit who had come running. Tugging her apron off, she fetched some medicinal equipment before rushing upstairs to aid Theodosia. Her room was silent save for the occasional creaking of a floorboard or tired sigh. Vivian paused at the door, listening for a moment before knocking gently.

Selecting a simple green dress from the wardrobe, she steps into the bathroom to get dressed. A knock on the door alerts her to the presence of someone else. The doctor couldn't have arrived yet and Richard doesn't knock. That means it one of the serving girls. "Come in!" She calls out as she wiggles into the dress. All that's left now is to lace it up and to brush out her hair.

Vivian shouldered the door open and found the bathroom door open slightly open. "Miss Theodosia?" she called out gently, walking towards the bathroom. "How are you feeling?"

Theodosia sucks in her breath before quickly and expertly lacing up the back of her dress. Another wave of nausea rolls over her but she forces herself not to throw up again. She picks up her comb and begins to brush her hair. "Not very well."

Vivian rushed to her side, taking the comb from Theodosia and sitting her down on the edge of the tub. "Let me do that." She started combing through Theodosia's hair, keeping one soft hand on the woman's forehead. "I have a warm compress for your fever, it might help you last the appointment."

Theodosia sighs softly before accepting the help and sitting down on the edge of the tub. Having some help will be nice. "Thank you, Vivian, I appreciate this." The appointment isn't something that she's looking forward to so she's happy to see a friendly face before she has to deal with the doctor.

"Of course, miss. Anything." And she meant it— at this point, she would have done anything in the world if it were to help her Lady. She finished brushing, and pulled back the woman's hair into a loose but proper bun. "Face me, ma'am, please."

She turns and faces the other woman as requested. “Please no not call me ma’am. You can use my name when my husband isn’t around.” The formal titles don’t mean anything to her. She would much rather have someone say her name. It’s just a matter of not letting Richard hear.

"Yes… Theodosia. Thank you." With a smooth, slow movement she wringed the hot compress of excess water, pressing it onto Theodosia's forehead, pushing any loose hair out of her face.

Sighing heavily, she briefly closes her eyes. The warm cloth feels wonderful. Marissa knocks on the door a second later and enters upon gaining permission. "The doctor has arrived and will be up shortly." Her eyes open up and she glances over to the door. "Thank you, Marissa."

Vivian pulled the compress off, letting her hand linger slightly on Theodosia's face. "I'll let you do this appointment, but I'll stay in the room. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I would appreciate that, thank you," Theodosia smiles lightly at her before rising to her feet. Things might not be so awful if she has a friend in the room with her.

Nodding, Vivian offered her arm to her Lady, helping her up.

Vivian accepts the help and steadies herself. She brushes off her dress and steps into the bedroom. The doctor knocks on the door and she calls out permission to enter.

Vivian makes sure Lady Theodosia can stand steaudly before talking a couple steps back out of the doctor's way.

The doctor enters the room a moment later. He asks several questions before doing a physical exam to get more of an idea of what's going on. Theodosia answers everything to the best of her ability before fidgeting uncomfortably and allowing him to complete the physical exam.

Vivian silently watches the doctor work, standing far enough to let him be and yet close enough to comfort the ailing Theodosia. Silently, she hopes the doctor leaves soon; time spent alone with her Lady is strangely enjoyable to her.