Theodore's Mansion
Late Night, Bedroom.
Theodore came back looking haggard and slightly cold, he had returned home later than he'd ever come but as he had insisted yet much to his surprise he hadn't met Lydia waiting for him, she was instead lying in bed the way he had left her with a visible dip in the bed, making it pretty obvious to him she hadn't left the bed since early noon today. He was gripped with unimaginable fear that instant which made him rush to the edge of the bed, forgetting his exhaustion and perhaps blood-stained attire to check if she was well and alive for at least a physician tomorrow.
"Gooseberry" he whispered before touching her face, moving some dark hairs out of her face,
"Mmmm, you're back"
"That I am, I couldn't get a physician I could trust, I'd never needed one" he explained quickly, feeling irresponsible and inattentive for not realising what he had been noticing that morning was something serious.
