#mcrdrake

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{ mcrdrake }

 ” why are you departing?    where are you leaving to? “

   he’s grown rather fond of the nurse. she wasn’t    afraid to come closer to him, despite his usual    rashness towards her. did she no longer want to    be around him? was that why she was leaving?

❝This place is as close to hell as I dare imagine,❞

She stood by the door, worrying her lip between her teeth. Margaret felt awful, springing such a thing on him so quickly.

❝but it's too c o l d to be.❞

❝I am leaving now because I will not take part in the suffering of anyone. The only reason I tell you this is because I want you to come with me.❞

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{ mcrdrake }

 ” do i have a    temperature? “

   yes, he admits that it’s an odd thing to ask,    but it’s a necessity. repeated presses of his    palm to his own forehead led him to conclude    that he felt unbearably… well, he couldn’t find    a word for that. the only thing that came to mind    was that something was absent, and the realization    made him uneasy.

If he does, it wouldn't surprise her.He doesn't look any paler than usual, however.

“ Perhaps. Do you feel unwell? ”

She hopes he's fine, that he just feels a bit warm. He does not seem as tranquil as he often is, and that makes her brow furrow.

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{ mcrdrake }

Bethlem Hospital was not what Margaret had in mind when she said she wanted to help people. If it were, she doubted it would have been nicknamed 'Bedlam', or that it would have been so completely wretched.

In her hand was a file devoted in its entirety to one man. She stared at it with confused eyes, trying and failing to make out the name. 

She wished that just once the doctors could write clearly. Her eyes found the thick metal door, beside which was his room number. She supposed if she was going to ask anyone what his name was, it might as well be him.

Knowing it made no difference, Margaret still knocked anyway before opening the door. The room was small and cramped, with papers strewn about over the floor. While it was cold, the chill was not what made her shiver.

❝Hello Mister Mordrake. My name is Margaret. I was asked to see how you've been adjusting. Are you well? ❞

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❝Oh, that was beautiful!❞

She put a hand on top of the piano, marveling at the craftsmanship of the instrument.

❝Where did you learn to play like that?❞