The Lonely Mansion RP

"Mm..." Lillian moaned and opened her eyes for a moment, but quickly went limp again in his arms. One of her legs seemed to be badly broken, but other injuries couldn't be seen at the moment.

Iiam was unsure of what he should do.
Iiam noticed her leg and remembered what he'd seen a doctor do to one of his servants. Iiam grabbed her leg on either side of the break and snapped it back into place. He shuttered as he felt the bone click.
He ran to his room and took the fireplace pokers. He found rope and towels from the courtyard and brought them in.
Iiam tied the pokers on the top and side of her leg to keep it still, But couldn't find where she was bleeding from.

Lillian merely whimpered in pain as he twisted her leg back into place. To be sure it was extremely painful and she began to perspire a little, gaining a fever from the incident.

Iiam ran to the highest point in the mansion and, using a signal flame, sent for a doctor. With-in minutes the doctor came and helped Iiam with Lillian.
"Well, I suppose now that this one is useless you'll be wanting to get another mais to take her place." the doctor said arrogantly.
Iiam stood immediatly. He wasn't worried about offending him. He was done with Lillian. Iiam slapped him as hard as he could. The doctor was caught off guard and tumbled to the floor.
"Are you insane!" the doc hollered.
Iiam got face to face with the old man. "You...have no right to assume this isn't someone I don't care for!" he said slowly.
"What the devil are you talking about, lad?" the man asked.
"I love her...and that's the end of this. Out of my house!" Iiam yelled.
The doctor stuck his nose to the sky and left in a huff. Iiam looked at Lillian and sighed. In a way he'd hoped she had herd him, but was also afraid.

Lillian moaned, her fever was growing worse. She needed to be kept in a warm bed. Lillian herself had not known what had happened yet, but she knew that it hurt a lot. She had hit her head really hard when she had fallen, and no one had discovered the plank from the floor board that had splintered and stuck in her back side from which she was bleeding.

Iiam set her into his bed once again and watched over her. As he saw his pillow turn red he turned her over. He gasped as he saw the wound and ran after the doctor quickly.
Iiam drug the doctor back into his home and "Convinced" him to help her.
How the doctor helped Iiam wasn't sure, but she stopped bleeding and the doctor looked her over more thoroughly this time.
The man left once again.
Iiam sat at his bed side, praying that she would come to.

"...water..." Lillian moaned softly. By her face she was obviously in agony. Her face was flushed with fever.

Iiam tended to her every desire for the night.
He noticed that she was still in her dress and was too warm in it under the sheets and too bloodied to keep her in.. He blushed as he knew he'd need to change her.
Iiam slowly went to her quarters to fetch her gown. He came back and his face was flushed more than her's had been.
Iiam leaned her forward and rmoved the sheets from over her. He moved slowly and his hands shook with fear. He pulled her shoes and socks off, then undid the back of her dress. He sighed as he saw the scars on her back, but his attention quickly returned to undressing her. Iiam slid her dress off, trying to avert his eyes. He'd hoped she wasn't too covered in blood, but his hopes where not realized. She was covered in dried blood.
Iiam removed her undergarments and covered her with a sheet. He panted hard and took a moment to think. He went to the wash room and ran some hot water as he'd seen Lillian do. After enough water was warmed and ready, he returned to her. Lillian was shaking under her sheets. Iiam picked her up and carried her to the wash room.
Iiam looked at the wash room like it was a death sentence. He'd never seen a woman naked before, muchless need to toutch her while she was. He washed he down carefully. His hands being as gentle and avoiding as possible.
He placed her into the warm water and sighed. "Those where the longest few minutes of my life." he though. Luckly for him, the bandages the doctor had put on her were strong. Even so, the old man showed Iiam how to change them. "Even in his rage he still complimented me on my wits...crazy old man. I'm not that smart." he thought, but he actually was that smart and smarter.
Iiam removed Lillian from the water and dried her off. He flushed again as his hands found their own way around her body.
He slipped her night gown over her head and before he knew it, he toutched her breasts. The other times it had been with a rag or cloth of some sort, nothing covered his hands now. He stopped stiff as a board and looked into her flushed face. He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or if it was her being ill. He felt too awkward, even being behind her didn't help.

Lillian moaned a little bit. "Iiam...?" She asked, her eyes opening just a little bit. "Wha...happened...?" She asked painfully, not noticing her surroundings or what was happening.

Iiam stuttered, trying to find words to say. He was in the most awkard position of his life.
"God help me." he thought.

Lillian winced and drew in a sudden sharp breath as another wave of pain came over her. Everything was fuzzy and her head throbbed...she couldn't even tell what parts of her were hurting. "Un..." She fumbled with her hands, trying to grab blindly unto Iiam...anything to ground her in her spiraling depths of pain.

He pulled her to himself, after pulling himself together, to keep her from falling over. "You'll be alright in a few hours." he promised her.
Iiam walked her back to his room. He sighed in relief as her gown fell over the rest of her body as they walked.
"I was very worried about you, Lillian." he said, mostly to himself.

The warm covers of a comfortable bed lulled Lillian into a sort of sleep. Her fever presisted though, and she slept off and on through out the night, often requesting water. By morning though she had finally fallen into a more peaceful sleep as her fever slowed.

Iiam sent for a nurse to help take care of Lillian. He had no idea how he should prepare food for her...or even himself.

A few hours later a woman arived at the door. Iiam invited her in after greeting her and making sure she was indeed a nurse.
He asked her many questions about how to take care of Lillian, but she seemed too preoccupied with Lillian to take notice of him when he asked.
"Is she ignoring me?!" he thought, becoming agitated.

The morning dawned and the nurse that had been quickly found placed a wet cloth on Lillian's forehead. Rising silently she gestured to Iiam to follow her to the hallway. Softly closing the door behind her the nurse quietly explained that her fever would soon break and then she would sleep fine, but she needed to stay in bed for at least a week and would not be able to walk for at least a month.

Then the nurse explained that because she was called away in a hurry she had forgotten some things and needed to leave but would be back later that day to check on her. She suggested that Iiam prepare some sort of soup or soft food for her, and then bade him good day.

Iiam sighed. He hoped there was something he could make. He wasn't into cooking and hadn't had much practice.
"Lillian...I need your help." he asked her, leaning down by her bed. "Please..." he hoped she would wake up for a minute. "I don't know how to take care of you. I need to know how to make something you can eat."
Iiam bowed his head onto his arms, hiding his face. "I feel so useless!" he thought angrily.

Lillian was silent, her face was softer though as she had fallen into a deep sleep. Her chest rose and fell softly as she breathed. She finally looked peaceful and would sleep for quite some time. Iiam would be on his own.

She slept the whole day and all through the next night. The nurse came to check on her once then left again. Then the next morning her eye lids slowly opened and a soft moan escaped her lips. At first alarmed by her changed surroundings she sat up, but immediately winced at the pain in her back side. Her vision was a little hazy, it was the early hours of morning, but she thought she sensed someone nearby. "Who- who's there?" She asked shakily.

"I'm glad you're awake." Iiam said joyfully. He was kneeling next to her bed with his chin reasting on his arms. "Are you feeling better? You scared the crap out of me."

Lillian sighed a little and laid back down. "...I can't remember what happened...I was looking for candle sticks in the attic...and then it's all a blur." She settled back into her pillow.

"You fell through the floor. I called a doctor and nurse. I undressed you and cleaned you up. You've benn asleep for many hours...a day and a half to be exact." Iiam smiled. He climbed up onto the side of the bed and sat on the edge. He looked down at her and smiled.

"i'm so sorry to trouble you." Lillian blushed, her hands nervously grabbing at the covers.

"It's no trouble. I'm glad I could help you. It's a nice change." Iiam said delightfully.
"You have a very nice body you know?" he grinned, he tried not to. "Very soft. You should be proud of yourself."

Lillian blushed profusiously. That was hardly a appropriate comment. She seemed angry suddenly at his comment and made a move to try to get out of the bed, but winced and gasped with pain when she moved her leg. She froze, sitting at the edge of the bed. Her head swirled with pain again and she became dizzy.

Iiam caught her. He stopped her from going any farther. "You can't move yet. You have to rest for quite a while." he told her. Iiam pushed her down slowly and covered her back up.
"Now, it's my turn to serve you. Just tell me if you want anything." he smiled.

Lillian's face was almost beet red from her blushing. She drew the cover up to her nose and averted her eyes. "No, I am fine." She said, her voice a little angry. "Please don't trouble yourself with me." She turned her head and pretended to go back to sleep.