DrabbleWriMo 26: Medicine

[igenlode]

It still counts for the day if it's done before dawn, right? :(

She had seen very little of the Comte de Brencourt since their arrival in Paris; he had been almost constantly occupied on her behalf, and in the attempts to save Gaston. As he bent now to kiss her hand, she saw for the first time how worn and ill he looked, and how sleepless his nights had been of late.

Hers had been no better... but he had procured her the best possible medicine for that, in the shape of a visiting order to see her husband. For the Comte's own sufferings she had no remedy to offer in return.