Syllea woke late in the afternoon. She looked around, hoping Eira might still be there. Of course, she wasn’t. "That would be silly," she thought to herself. Syl then remembered the apple pie Eira had brought the night before that she had never eaten. It was gone from her bedside. She frowned, then muttered, “Why do these women always have to move my stuff?”
Without thinking, she went to stand, going to search for the missing pie. As she pushed herself to stand, she pulled her right side. A small pop sounded, and the teen girl's scream echoed through the estate. The women came rushing to Syllea as she now lay crumpled on the floor sobbing. “Make it stop. Make it stop hurting!” she cried.
Three of the women carefully picked the girl up and laid her on the bed. By the time she was lying on the bed, she had passed out from the pain. When she came to, Rae was standing over her, looking over her right side. Her cries started again as she felt the agony from his touch. “You’re alright Miss Syllea. It doesn’t look as if you broke it any further, but you may have moved it just right to cause your pain. You’re falling to the floor seems to have put it back in its place.”
Though he only said ‘it’, Syllea knew he meant her rib. She nodded, biting her tongue as she tried to stop the tears caused by her hurting. The doctor saw the agony she was in and instructed the women at the estate to give her some alcohol to numb the pain. He left her with some more medicine and a reminder, “I told you once you were to stay in bed, now you see why. Do not get up without assistance Miss Syllea. Am I understood?”
The teen nodded, but only half listened. The pain took up most of her thinking power.
