The glint of the gold pocket watch hurt my eyes as Dr. Vogel watched the hands moving slowly; his grey eyes squinted, his thin lips pulled to a frown, his grey wig slightly askew and his double chin overlapped on his white cravat. The cold glass of the thermometer sat uncomfortably under my tongue, I felt tired and the nightmare that I dreamt last night had made me slightly paranoid; I would not allow Clara to leave my side without turning on an oil lamp. After a few moments Dr. Vogel took out the thermometer, his eyes squinted again, jumping from the thermometer to me and his tongue clicked continuously. 



“Well, Miss. Jung, your fever is only low grade, which means that it is not entirely serious. I suggest taking a bath in cold water, drinking fluids such as tea and you must rest.” 



“Would leeches help her Sir?” Piped up Clara, who was standing at the foot of the bed, she looked tired and worn. 



“Unless Miss. Jung here has been poisoned I do not think that leeches will be of much help.” Stated Dr. Vogel as he started to pack all of his instruments away into his black bag, Clara paid him for his services and followed him downstairs to say goodbye. 

My stomach churned as I rolled on my side and the world in front of me spun sickeningly, perhaps God was punishing me for committing too many sins, or for leading naïve and innocent men away from the path of God. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to fall into a slumber, however, when I did so it felt as if my body was spinning and turning. A slight cough ripped me out of my thoughts as Clara was at the doorway. 

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