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❝My job is to make sure that the Princess is happy and healthy.❞
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】
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Shiro slept until the next morning, she was small after all, and the medicine in her took hours to wear off. She finally came to sometime around noon, a bit sore, but in hardly any pain. Was the damage that bad? Shiro wondered, that even her sense of pain was wrong? Or perhaps she was still in shock? She shivered, buried beneath a pile of blankets. She had, had a fever after she was sewen back up last night, her body attempting to adapt to whatever it was the Princess had done to her, not that she was aware that the Princess had done anything. "Good morning," one of the nurses smiled at her, scratching behind her ears. "G-good morning," Shiro stuttered in reply, tears welling up in her eyes. She was alive, she hadn't died in her sleep after all. "I'm going to call the Doctor in, once we're certain that you can eat, I'll bring you some breakfast." Shiro nodded, the nurse helping her sit up.
She looked at her hands, flexing her fingers and wiggling her toes. She could feel all of it, including the tube in her side to reinflate her lung. "H-how?" Shiro whispered in wonder. She began to tear up again, sniffling as the Doctor entered and wiping her eyes quickly. "Sitting up already?" He listened to her lungs, satisfied with their progress. "It seems your fever has broken, which is good." He pricked the bottom of her foot with a needle, Shiro whimpering. "Sensation is there, let me see your hands." He dragged the back of a pen across them, then asked her to close her eyes and touch her fingers to her nose. Even he seemed surprised by the amount of progress that happened seemingly overnight.
How was this possible? Shiro didn't know, but she suddenly felt like crying again. "I didn't think this could ever happen, I thought I would be broken forever." The Doctor and Nurse both had a pitiable expression on their faces, they were fully aware of the abuse that Shiro underwent, the entire castle was aware, but no one could do anything to stop it. "You're going to be just fine," the nurse pat her head comfortingly. "Now, how about some breakfast?" Shiro nodded her head, tail unconsciously wagging. "Yes please," the nurse brought her a tray, breakfast consisting of a bowl of fruit and buttered toast dusted with honey and cinnamon. There was milk too, for strong bones, since Shiro's had always been weak. Who was taking care of the Princess? Shiro wondered while she ate. She had to get better quickly so she could get back to work.
After all, the sooner she could work, the sooner she could prove her usefulness. After all, she did not think she would survive being thrown off of the balcony a second time. The memory of it made her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. Her eyes widened when something wet sat between her legs, her cheeks turning bright pink. "N-no," she whimpered, pushing the sheets away to look at her shame. She hadn't felt it, she hadn't even noticed. "N-nurse!" the curtain opened quickly, the nurse rushing inside. "What is it Shiro? What's wrong?" Shiro looked down, the nurse's eyes following. "Oh, I see," she smiled kindly, no doubt used to dealing with this sort of thing. After all, the castle only employed the top in their field. "Let's get you cleaned up before the Princess gets here."
After a quick sponge bath and change of gown and sheets, Shiro was squeaky clean. She tugged the blanket over her, not wanting the Princess to see the embarrassing diaper she now had to wear until the Doctor could check what was wrong. Would the Princess come visit? Shiro doubted it, but the nurse had said she would and just in case... well... Shiro didn't want her to know. She didn't want the Princess to think there was anything wrong with her, she had to be perfect, that was her job, to be perfect, to be cute, to never be taller than the Princess, to always be there in case Narisia ever needed anything. She was a tool, a dog to be used by her Master and nothing more.