Chapter Ten

Clara

My fingers tremble as I sort through the herbs the doctor told me to. The doctor stands next to me filling glass bottles with various medicines. His haunting white eyes drift over to me, watching as I work.

His charcoal, white-clawed finger reaches out grabbing the feverfew in front of me.

"If you mix the feverfew with lavender you can make a tea that helps with pain and inflammation," he tells.

I look up at him my eyes meeting his eyes. He stares down at me from the bridge of his glasses.

"Would y-you like me to start preparing the tea doctor?" I ask.

"Alexei," he says.

My face scrunches in confusion.

"W-what?" I question.

"My name is Alexei, not Doctor," he states.

"Oh, m-my apologies Sir Alexei. Shall I get started on the t...tea?" I ask.

"Yes, make sure you use the clean water in the tub over there," he tells me, pointing to a water basin.

I nod and begin to prep the tea.

My hands burn from small abrasions