"Elenore, wake up! Elenore!" I called out to her, my voice echoing through the room. But there was no response, just a haunting silence. As I looked at her, a wave of horror washed over me. Her once vibrant clothes were now drenched in crimson, and her face had transformed into a macabre mask of blood.
In the midst of my shock, one of my companions hurriedly approached me, concern etched on his face. "Sir, what's happening?" he inquired, his voice laced with urgency. I struggled to register his presence, my gaze fixated on Elenore. "Quickly, find a doctor!" I managed to exclaim, my words strained and breathless. I felt utterly helpless, unsure of what course of action to take. She was fading away before my very eyes.
"Sir, we need to transport her to the doctor's room immediately," the man urged, his voice filled with determination. Numbly, I nodded, my mind clouded by panic and disbelief. Together, we carefully lifted Elenore's lifeless body, carrying her with utmost care towards the hotel's designated medical facility.
I rushed down the corridors, feeling the weight of desperation hanging heavily in the air. Each step I took seemed to be burdened with the gravity of the situation. The sound of our hurried footsteps reverberated through the otherwise silent hallways.
" Why I'm feeling this pain?, I hate her".
As we burst through the doors of the doctor's room, the doctor's face twisted with shock upon seeing Elenore. Without hesitation, I carefully laid her on the bed, her body limp and pale. The doctor's gaze shifted from Elenore to me, their expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
"What happened?" the doctor asked, their voice laced with urgency. I struggled to find the right words, my mind racing to comprehend the sudden onset of Elenore's condition. "I don't know," I replied, my voice trembling. "Suddenly, when we were finished eating, blood started to come out of her nose and mouth."
The doctor's brow furrowed as they processed the information. "It's possible she may have been poisoned," they suggested, their voice filled with uncertainty. I couldn't fathom how that could be possible since we had shared the same meal. Confusion and fear gnawed at my insides.
Desperation filled the room as I turned to the doctor, pleading for answers. "What can you do? Can you save her?" I asked, desperately clinging to a sliver of hope. The doctor's eyes met mine, their gaze intense and contemplative.
"I may have a solution, but it involves using magic," the doctor confessed, their voice tinged with both caution and apology. A wave of surprise washed over me at their revelation. Doctor in this hotel is witch ?My mind raced with questions and uncertainties.
Nodding resolutely, I was taken aback when the doctor sternly ordered me to leave" you need to leave sir." She said .
"What? No way," I protested, my voice filled with disbelief and determination. The doctor's expression hardened, and they grew visibly irritated. "Get him out of here!" She commanded, and one of my companions, Tom, firmly held my shoulder, escorting me out of the room.
As I was being led away, frustration surged within me, fueled by the fear of losing Elenore. " I'm not leaving her! She is a witch." I exclaimed defiantly, my voice filled with anger and desperation. Tom, understanding my concern, tried to reason with me. "Captain, she is the doctor. We need to trust her. How can you help her?" he reminded me, his voice laced with logic.
Taking a deep breath, I attempted to regain composure. Reluctantly, I allowed myself to be removed from the room, my heart heavy with worry for Elenore. But why? I need to make sure she is home. That must be the reason.
I paced outside the room, anxiously awaiting any news about Elenore.
The doctor's mention of poison lingered in my mind, igniting a fierce determination within me. "Find the person responsible, in my presences who dare to poison a person." I declared with a furious expression. My companions acknowledged my command, their loyalty unwavering.
"Yes, sir," they responded, their voices filled with resolve, before rushing off to initiate the investigation. I stood there, my face contorted with a mix of anger and concern,
Amidst my worry, I couldn't help but reflect on Elenore's puzzling statement about being from the future and claiming to be 15 years old instead of 18. It didn't make sense to me, and I wondered what had transpired during the three years since I had last seen her. I pondered what she might have endured and the mysteries that surrounded her.
I don't want Elenore to meet a tragic end. The last thing I need is the headache.