It was a miracle that she was still alive.
For one day, she was missing to the outside world, no word of her whereabouts. Those not within the Rainsworth Household had been told that she had fallen ill and was bedridden—however, this was not the truth. The day following her argument with Break, Sharon went into town during the night, hoping to clear her mind. Someone had other plans, for the next thing she knew, she was knocked out and being carried away. It was after that which began her torture so horrible that Sharon couldn’t think above the immense amount of pain she as in. Blood practically dyed her clothes red, dress shredded in various places, hair undone and dirty.
For one day and a half— although it seemed like years in her mind— she was locked up, tortured and tormented. How she escaped even boggled her own mind, but she managed to get free. That evening, she spent trying to get her way back to down, but collapsed due to the amount of blood loss. With what ounce of strength left that she could muster, she called up Eques, fingers clung weakly to her Chain as it transported her from an empty street… right into her room.
There, she let herself fall, body hitting the bed before sliding onto the floor. She was tired, oh so tired. Her vision began to blur, body remaining still as she simply laid there, breaths coming out in slow and painful gasps.
Would someone manage to find her…? Or would she die from the damage done?
He’d been laying in bed, the fruitless attempts to get some rest taking place yet again tonight. At best he’d probably get three or four hours of it, but given the fact that his mind was still plagued with worry meant that it’d be more difficult than usual.
The manor had been silent for several hours now, everyone else having fallen asleep long before the valet would. Lucky.
He’d been on his back, eyes staring up at the ceiling even if it was all darkness to him anymore. It wasn’t until he felt his Chain stir did he even more; eyebrows furrowing, Break’s confusion only increased when he felt Mad Hatter moving a bit. It’d been hours since he’d tried using his Chain to try and sense Sharon’s, so why was it stirring now at this late hour? The only reason it possibly would would be–
Couldn’t be.
Throwing the covers off of him, Break thought nothing of putting shoes on or buttoning up his shirt from the few that’d been undone earlier, nothing. The smell of blood hadn’t caught his olfactory sense just yet, especially since it was only coming from one source, no matter how prominent her bleeding was right now. Now that he’d put two and two together that Sharon was back somehow, it was a matter of finding her. How she’d gotten back was a mystery, but somehow the logical place to start seemed to be her bedroom, which is where Break’s feet took him as he stumbled blindly through the hallway, not caring now how much noise he was making or if he’d wake any of the other servants.
The second her bedroom door was flung open, the stench of blood hit him like a brick to the face, and Break’s mind went into simultaneous panic mode and protective mode. There were no other sounds in the room, so he knew she was either alone or surrounded for an impending ambush. When no ambush came, Break had to tread carefully as he stepped inside, stepping on Sharon wouldn’t exactly be productive right now since he was gathering that the reason he smelled a lot of blood was because of her. The further in he got, eventually he could sense her presence and a moment later his fingertips found the first handful of her shredded up dress; that’s when his breathing got hitched for a moment and he got angry.
So she had been attacked.
Now his face had nothing but anger all over it. As it did when he yelled out Sheryl’s name in the general direction of the Duchess’ bedroom. She most likely wouldn’t hear just because she was too far away, but hopefully it would reach the ears of a servant or two. They were going to need to patch her up if the scent in the room alone was anything to go off of, and with no sight Break would be of no use to helping with that task.
Calling Sheryl’s name a second time, then it was followed with him shouting for Sharon’s handmaid. A few moments later there were two sets of footsteps stampeding into the Rainsworth’s bedroom, mirrored looks of shock and concern seeing Sharon’s crumpled form on the floor and seeing Break slightly panicked beside her.
The minutes that were to pass would be an absolute blur for Break; a stressful, surreal blur. He’d had to step back while there was a small frenzy to both get her cleaned up but try and get her patched up beforehand, it was a tough balance to strike given how critical her condition was. Break’s mind wouldn’t be able to settle down at all until Sharon was safely in her bed and resting; well, as much as she could be given how weak her body currently is. But in any case, he was back by her side now. Good luck prying him away from it.