witch mary bennet

"Mary, I'm thirsty," Baldr said hastily as soon as he saw her enter.

Mary was tempted to ask the house-elf to fetch him water, but hesitated, and went herself.

Before she had left the room, he said, "Have you any mead? My throat is going to smoke."

"Patients can't drink," said Mary earnestly.However, honey, as a tonic, is a regular ingredient in the restaurant of St. Mungo's Hospital. Anyway, it was already dinner time, so she went to the restaurant and brought back a large jar of warm water mixed with honey.

"Oh, Mary, you're such a nice girl," Baldr exclaimed.

Mary also took a long straw from the dining room. "Mr. Knight," she asked him, "you shouldn't have any trouble absorbing water yourself?"

He immediately took a few puffs, and then asked cautiously, "Mary, are you still angry?"

She knew what he was asking, but she didn't want to answer at all, she just said perfunctorily, "I'm not angry."

Bader didn't say anything else, and after a while, he said, "It's time, let's go to dinner."

When Mary came back, she brought a small piece of soft cake with cheese, which is very suitable food for the sick. No matter how serious Badr's injury was, it did not affect the main organs of the body. Of course, she remembered that he hadn't eaten anything for two days. something.

He swallowed the cake in a few mouthfuls, and the swallowing action seemed to affect the wound, but the painful expression only flashed, and he quickly smiled, "I always thought you didn't intend to let me eat , thank God, I have never eaten such a delicious cake."

Mary also smiled, "In that case, before your wound heals, I'm afraid you will starve to death."

After a pause, Badr suddenly lowered his voice, "You know, I've always counted on you to be my sister-in-law."

Mary didn't want to hear this at all, but when he said it, she had to answer him in a cold tone, "It doesn't make any sense to say it now."

"Don't blame Feibos," he said again, "He has been like this since he was a child. He always focuses on doing what he believes in, but never thinks about others."

"I didn't blame him," Mary replied without thinking. "It's been so long that I almost forgot about him."

"I can't see through that Diana Horton. She said she was so infatuated with Phoebes' handsome looks that she never considered his property," Bader sighed. "They were planning to get married last winter." Well, I didn't even agree at that time, so until now, I don't think I can see that she has any other ideas except that Phibos is fascinated by her."

Mary understood that it was not so much that Bader wanted to comfort her, but rather that he was comforting himself. This may be equally necessary, after all, he also had an argument with his brother in the afternoon.

"However, Mary, if it were you, since I suffered such a serious injury, you would definitely help me?" Badr buried his face in the pillow again, which made his voice audible. It sounded ambiguous, "Just now I asked Phibs to take care of various things at home, including business, during my recuperation period, but he refused without even thinking about it, and that Miss Horton also added fuel and vinegar by the side. As if she knew my brother better than I did."

"I also hoped that he could mobilize the people in the family to trace the murderer's motive." He suddenly looked up at her, "Mary, do you know where my name comes from? I am getting more and more popular now. Feeling sure to die from the same murder, I always thought my parents had hoped for the name Phibos, when it came to me, I just picked a random guy who died, and now, thanks to Merlin, the name Now it’s finally able to show its meaning.”

He spoke faster and faster, coughing all of a sudden, the wound was immediately affected, his face flushed red, and he showed a painful expression again.His body was shaking so badly that Mary's first cough spell went astray, and she had to grab his shoulders and cast it again, and he stopped coughing, as if drained of all his strength. , Lie on the stomach weakly.

Mary had no choice but to comfort him softly, "Come on, Mr. Knight, you must be just thinking wildly, and you have talked enough today, you should really rest early."

Badr lay on his stomach like that, without speaking for a long time, and just when Mary was about to blow out the candle and leave quietly, he suddenly spoke again.

"Mary, could you get me some painkillers," his voice had recovered.

She thought his wound was still hurting, so she immediately fed him.Unexpectedly, he had other plans.

"Drinking the painkiller, people should not feel pain in a short time." He had already started to sit up with his arms on the bed, "Mary, please help me find a pen and paper, I need to write a few letters." letter."

Mary was startled. "You're crazy!" she exclaimed. "The wound will open!"

"It didn't heal anyway." Bader was already sitting on the bed. "Mary, this painkiller from St. Mungo's is quite effective."

Mary still wanted to stop him, and she even took out her wand again, "Mr. Knight, if you continue like this, the wound will never heal!"

"Come on, Mary," Bader quickly waved his hand. "Writing a letter is not a strenuous exercise. Don't worry, I only write a few lines. By the way, Mary, do you know where my magic wand is?"

St. Mungo's overalls have a lambskin inner pocket, and almost everyone has cast a space-folding spell on it, and Baldur Knight's wand is now in Mary's pocket, and she is staring at him unceremoniously." You won't get your wand back if you don't heal your wounds!"

The two entered into a meaningless stalemate, and because Mary insisted on her usual toughness, Bader let out another long sigh.

"Mary, you have to help me," he whispered. "The Knights' properties must not stop working just because I am injured. All the farmers and factory managers must know that I am still alive. Moreover, maybe one of them had a problem with the murderer and turned his anger on me, and this must be investigated. I am now hoping to write a few letters to solve the problem, but I am not sure at all..."

"You can imitate the spell with handwriting," Mary thought she had found a solution, "or tomorrow I'll buy you a pen that can record automatically."

Badr smiled, "But I have always written letters by myself. I don't think it is necessary to let my recipients know that my injury is so serious that I can't write letters."

Mary felt that she could feel the pressure of the people in front of her. Badr was too pitiful. He was seriously injured but couldn't rest at ease, and there was no one at home who could help. She had to admit that he was right. If you really want to help him, you can only agree to his request.

Mary went to get a pen and paper, and by the way brought the small bed table for the patient to eat in bed, and Badr began to write letters. The candlelight in the hospital bed was not too bright, so she moved a candlestick for him.

He kept a strange posture and tried his best to avoid straining his back, but it was useless. Although he only wrote three or five lines of each letter, after writing two letters, Mary could clearly see the wound on the bandage. Fresh blood oozes.

She suddenly didn't know what to do. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Mr. Knight, do you want me to fold and seal the letter for you?"

He agreed without raising his head, and then wrote the other two letters at a very fast speed before putting down the pen, "Mary, get me some meat to eat tomorrow, although I feel very weak now, but Almost certainly hungry."

"Okay, okay," Mary agreed, "quickly rest, my owl will deliver the letter for you."

When she helped him to lie down again, he suddenly said, "Thank you."

Mary laughed all of a sudden, "Mr. Knight, this is the first time you have thanked me."

"That's because you did something outside of your duty, and in favor of me," he muttered, burying his face back in the pillow.

Except for Mary who had to get up in the middle of the night to give Balder medicine, everyone slept soundly that night.When the dressing was changed the next morning, Mary feared that Mr. Dresden would notice that the wounded had bled profusely the day before, but he didn't seem to notice at all.

Before noon, a potion aimed at speeding up wound healing and dispelling the residual effects of black magic was delivered. The taste of this potion was even more unbearable than the blood-generating potion, but once Baldr heard about its effectiveness, Just wish I had to double the dose.

In terms of food for patients, Charlie Dunn and Mr. Dresden have differences. The latter thinks that patients should eat less and rest, but Charlie Dunn thinks that especially trauma patients should eat more high-quality food. Energy foods are restorative.

Therefore, Mary only told Dawn the request of the wounded for additional meals, and he was immediately approved.At noon, Badr got his wish and ate a thick minced meat soup, and then fell asleep contentedly.

After Mary was free, she remembered that it was already Saturday. Elizabeth and Maria Lucas were scheduled to return to London today, and then go home with Jane. She began to hesitate, and decided to go to Tianen Temple in the afternoon when the wounded were sleeping. I went to see them in the street, but I just didn't go.

She wondered if Lady Catherine de Bourgh in Kent had done anything else that would expose her witch status, but she soon realized that even if she went to see Elizabeth, the sisters might not have There was no chance to chat alone, so she wrote a note to Jane, telling her that she had an important patient coming this week, so she would not go to Tianen Temple Street, and asked her to explain to the Gardiners

Phoenician sent the letter, so Mary asked Shuya to go. Miss Bennet had actually seen this enthusiastic house elf. She was a little scared at first, but soon found that she was really cute.

Just as Shuya left, someone entered the ward without knocking on the door. When Mary looked up, she found that it was Phipps Knight again, and he was alone.

Mary simply stood up and nodded, and then added, "I'm going to see if Mr. Knight is awake."

As soon as she took a step, she heard him say, "Wait, Mary, I'm here to see you."

Mary thought it was a little funny, "Sir, your younger brother is recovering from an injury, and he needs your help very much, why are you wasting time with me?"

Phipps Knight looked a little embarrassed, he hesitated, and then whispered, "Yesterday we walked too fast to talk to you, Mary, I've been hoping to meet you somewhere, but I really didn’t expect to be here.”

Mary smiled casually, "As you can see, I have been working at St. Mungo's for nearly a year."

"Oh, how time flies," he also laughed, but the smile was a little blunt, "I always look forward to a chance to apologize to you in person, after all, I artificially cut off the connection between you and me , so it seems to me insincere to write a letter asking your forgiveness."

While he was saying this, Mary suddenly had an idea, and immediately put it into practice.

"If you didn't mention it, I'd have almost forgotten about it," Mary smiled, showing a slightly confused expression on purpose, "but I really don't remember where you offended me."

Phipps Knight was stunned for a moment, but Mary still smiled, "Look, someone modified my memory, right?"

After a while, he replied, "Mary, aren't you going to accept my apology?"

"Oh, no," Mary waved her hand, "You certainly don't need to apologize, so I don't think I need to consider whether to accept it."

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Mary looked at the wall clock pretendingly, "Oh, I have to give Mr. Knight medicine, what do you want to say to him, I just woke him up by the way .”

"No need..." Feibos seemed taken aback. He paused and added, "Mary, can I invite you to my wedding? It should be next month."

"Oh, of course," Mary smiled calmly, "If you send me an invitation, I will definitely go."

Her intuition told her that Diana Holden would not waste pen and ink writing her an invitation, but Mary still thought that it would be fine if she really wanted to go to Phipps Knight's wedding, maybe Sophie would. Yes, if the invitation stated that she could take a companion, she asked Charlie Down to accompany her.

Only then did Phibs nodded again, "Then, Mary, I will take my leave first, and thank you for taking care of Baldr."

"That's my job," Mary said politely, too.