The Seamstress Girl - Chapter 5: Bedridden
The fact that I can see the spirits and that I am also able to heal them will surely create a lot of inconvenience with important people in the future… and that will surely include the Nylle Family.
This is why I was instructed to learn a little more about common knowledge. But…
“Oh dear, Ewey.”
First thing in the morning, auntie Leine put her hands on my cheeks.
“Your face is red, do you feel unwell?”
Since the morning I had been feeling a little under the weather, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.
“You have a fever.”
By the way, auntie Leine and I shared a room. Auntie Leine made me change my clothes again and put me to bed.
The spirits looked at me as if nothing was happening. This is one of the reasons why I didn’t mind it so much.
I had never been seriously sick, even when I lived in that horrible mansion and under the worst conditions.
When I felt that I was going to catch a cold or something, the spirits would come to me and stroke and rub me. Then my physical condition would mysteriously recover and I would never get sick. The same thing happened with injuries.
When my sister cut my forehead with a stone she had thrown at me as a joke, the spirits rushed to rub the wound. My sister was frightened at the sight of the blood coming from my forehead and screamed and cried loudly, but when one of the maids tried to heal me, the wound was only a small graze. After that, my parents shouted and slapped me for making a fuss over such a minor wound.
It was painful at the time, but it disappeared without a trace, there was no swelling or scar, my forehead healed well. Whenever I was sick or wounded, the spirits healed me completely.
While I was lying on the bed, I slowly felt a sense of discomfort. My whole body hurt.
However, it was different from everything I had felt before, all my muscles hurt. I was too restless and every time I moved a strong burst of pain ran through all my limbs.
Have you ever realized that when you become aware of an injury or discomfort, the pain increases immeasurably?
That was happening to me just then. It was incredible to think that just a moment ago, I had changed my clothes and was preparing for a day like any other.
As I huddled in my bed, Leine returned to the room dragging the old doctor who had examined me the first day I arrived here.
“Oh my, Ewey, what’s wrong?”
“I told you, she’ s got a high fever.”
“Let’s see -“
When the doctor took my hand, I couldn’t help but moan in pain.
“Ewey? She seems to be much worse than before, quickly do something, you old fool!”
“Don’t be afraid… it’s a slight fever, but yes… it’s a little strange.”
“Is it because she was forced to perform a spirit treatment yesterday?!”
“Calm down, your blood pressure will get out of control. Now, Ewey, where does it hurt?”
Auntie Leine looked uneasy, but a maid who appeared to be the doctor’s assistant grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away from the bed a little.
“Body… it hurts… the body.”
I couldn’t describe exactly where the pain was coming from and soon tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“Children who see spirits don’t get sick so easily… Maybe yesterday they made you work so hard that you ended up with sore muscles?”
“No one in this mansion would use a little girl like that.”
When the doctor said the words ‘sore muscles’, I remembered something about this kind of pain. Yes, I’d had them in my previous life too. My fever had not been so high at that time so I had not noticed.
Hearing that, the doctor clapped his hands.
“Right, now that I think about it, Ewey is fifteen years old and now that she’s eating well, her body has started to develop as it should.”
In other words, I was bedridden due to glorified muscle pains.
I had pain and lethargy all over my body and every time I tried to move, I felt a horrible wave of pain, not to mention that I ended up bathed in sweat. I also had a fever and felt like my head was going to explode at any moment. Plus, my body was being whipped by chills every other minute.
But because the growing pains were, in a very vague way, similar to the pains one feels after exercising too much, the spirits cannot cure them. They are not exactly an illness or a wound.
The growth of my body, which had stopped at the age of ten due to malnutrition, came back suddenly after a few weeks of good food and rest.
After the diagnosis, the other maids took good care of me. They massaged my aching muscles and even bathed me and took me to the toilet whenever I needed it.
Even the head of the family came to visit me and patted me on the head.
“We’ll talk about what will happen in the future after you’ve recovered a bit, okay? For now, rest.”
“Yes, thank you very much.”
For the moment, I wanted to put aside any difficult conversations.