Evans pov contd.
"I have injured my hands." my eyes instinctively went on her hands. She had a deep cut in the palm that was still dripping blood. Had the duchess got the same wound? She had bandages in her hands at the same place too.
Would she be in this much pain too? I did not know why that thought came to my mind. Even I was shocked at my carriage of thoughts.
I think I was taking the act of being a caring person so much that it entered my mind unconsciously. If that was the case, wouldn't taking medicated tea for her would be a good way to show concern too!
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Is that how you are going to work here?" The harsh words brought me back to reality and I looked at the man who was looking at me as if I had taken all his properly.
He fumed when I looked at him. I wonder if he was biased because I was a slave?!
"Look at his audacity. He is still just staring at me. Have you not learnt to follow orders?" he asked this time and i blinked. Did he give me any order?
"Oh, please do not be angry at him because of me. I am sure the young man is just nervous about his new work. Why don't you go and bring the medicine for me, kind sir?" she came closer and fluttered her eyes as she asked him in a pitiful voice.
"No, it is my work, I apologize for not being able to listen to your instructions. Where is the medicine, sir? I will bring it this instant.'' I asked politely, but the man just fumed.
"Do not worry, my lady. I will personally treat your wound. Just give me a minute." his whole aura changed when he looked at the girl and went in to look for the medicine.
"I am sorry, Evans. I did not know you will be scolded because of me.'' She moved closer to me and apologized in a low voice. Her face was down casted and I felt guilty as I was the one who was lost in my own thoughts;.
"No, my lady. I was the one who was not paying attention." she smiled as she looked back at me. Yet her kind face and bright smile always had an unnerving affect on me.
"You must have become nervous by looking at me here suddenly. So, how is it not my mistake. I should have come to you and greeted you first. But I got this injury just after meeting my lady." she bit her lips and looked at me with her doe eyes.
I laughed embarrassedly as she looked at me with expectant eyes.
"No, my lady, not at all. I was thinking about the injury of her highness. She had bandages at the same place too. By any chance did you both get hurt together?" I asked and her face turned sour. The bright smile that was on her face just a moment ago turned into blazing eyes but when I blinked it was the same smile and kind eyes again. Was I having a delusion there?
"You are a very kind person, Evans. I hope I can get the same attention from a man like you.`` I blinked at her choice of words. She was looking at me with a strange face. It felt like all my skin was crawling and all the hair of my body stood up when she took my name. If that was not enough, her hands held my arms. It felt like I was burning and the whole arm was itching. I tried to move away but her hold on my hand was firm. My face turned red with embarrassment yet she did not let go. In fact, her face bloomed further.
"You know Evans, it is painful a lot. Why don't you look at it or I don't know how to blow air on it?" she asked me, blinking her eyes. Her words left me in a cold sweat. Did she know? But how? My mind started roaming around like a headless chicken and my heart started shouting to run away from her.
"What are you talking about, my lady? I am sure that the physician would use the perfect way to treat your injury and it will be better in a minute or so. How can blowing air treat it? You are too funny.. Ha haha ha haaa." Oh lord! Where did the physician go? Should he not be back already.,
"I know but my mother used to blow on my hand whenever i get an injury.'' She looked in the other direction and wiped her eyes. I could hear her muffled sob and I felt bad! Had I been thinking too much? This could be a simple request of a naive girl too. "I apologize, I thought we could be related since we both are orphans. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Evans." she finally let go of my hand as she sat there silently her face was downcast and she kept looking at the injury in her hands. I felt guilty the way I behave harshly towards her. Not only that, I was actually feeling relief when she let go of my hands. I should have felt bad for her injury and for the loss of her parents. Yet I did not feel so. It made me feel guiltier that I have become so insensitive. My father had always taught me to help every needed person, and here I was only thinking about myself these days!
"That is not the case, my lady. It is just that you are a noble while I am a slave. How could I have the audacity to touch or talk to you so freely. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.'' I replied earnestly and she looked at me with those wet eyes.
"So, will you blow on my injury now?"