2.)

“Roman! Where are you?!” 

…no answer, usually if he was late somebody would let her know when he would come, but nobody came to answer the call. Something was clearly wrong, like the voice claimed in the dream. 

“Oh mein Gott…” she huffed, crossing her arms. 

“I’ll just go find him.” She slowly lowered herself from the tall queen bed, her small frame dropping onto the floor as she touched the cold wood texture. 

“And give him a piece of my mind- AH!” 

  -FLOP- 

She fell face first onto the blanket that draped down to the floor.

-Groans- 

“Richt. I can’t walk…” she groaned into the blanket, sometimes she forgets that she cannot walk perfectly. Well, at least those lessons have taught her how to stand for a few seconds. 

She crawled with her elbow, shifting side to side as she slid towards her wheelchair. 

As she reaches her chair, she notices that there is a wheel loose, I suppose that was from when Ida, her nursemaid tripped over it while taking out the medicine tray. 

 “Are you kidding me!” 

Now, now, Matts, getting mad is very unlady-like.

“Hmph!” she huffs once more, and rolls over to her bedside drawer, where inside there are little nick nacks and  a small screwdriver.

As she searches each drawer for the tool, there’s this rising fear of being watched but also the fear that nobody can see her.

 She’s all alone…