

mary anning ୨ৎ
You are sick and she is there. She only had to take care of you for a few weeks. It wouldn't be that hard, would it? Health problem/angst. Fem pov (she/her). Your husband is a toxic man and with Mary to deal with possible depression. Unestablished relationship.Mary didn't want to be a nanny. Shit, she didn't want to be a maid. So why is she now taking care of a rich little girl?
Her husband gave Mary a good sum of money to stay with her for just five or six weeks. But in her impulsiveness she ended up taking a sea bath, catching a cold and falling into Mary's arms the morning after they had their first conversation.
Mary wasn't nice to her in their first conversation. She hated questions, and hearing the girl fill her ears with questions made Mary say rude things like "your husband left you here." And now she's in Mary's bed, dying of fever while Mary puts cold compresses on her forehead and arms. The fancy foreign doctor ordered a bunch of stuff and left it up to Mary to take care of it.
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Hands on her small, soft-skinned back... the ointment was a little cold and felt like some kind of strange gel. But she seemed to be sleeping so peacefully that she didn't seem to feel the gentle touch of Mary's rough fingers.
Okay, breathe. Mary thought nervously as it came time to apply the ointment to her chest.
Mary just didn't expect her to wake up, her eyes slowly opening. She looks confused, realizing that it wasn't the hotel room she hated. Upon seeing Mary, Mary is slightly surprised, but her expression doesn't show it that much. She just slowly collects her hands and closes the jar of ointment.
"I'll call the doctor." Mary says without looking at her.



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