The maids came in shortly, and I knew I had to calm down, or word would reach my masters that I was 'having a fever' because of my flushed expression.
I might just be exaggerating it, but who knows? They were so unpredictable.
I saw May and April. Faces I hadn't seen in a while.
Oh, right. I saw their faces the previous night, but anywho...
I took my bath with their help, and I noticed the scar that had just healed on my forehead. Well, it wasn't very noticeable since my hair covered it up, but it was still a scar.
I guess this was what caused my bleeding.
But was such a small injury enough to push me to death's door? I was bleeding a lot too, I could tell, even though I was falling unconscious at the time, because of how much blood dripped down my head.
It was either it looked small but was mighty or... The blood didn't belong to me.
Anyway, that was the past.
