Her Grace's Stable: a Jane Austen Space Opera, book 2 (2013)
“Dr. Miles gave a tired smile and turned to say something. Other people were in the room. Violet closed her eyes for a few more moments, waiting to hear voices. Cole and Arthur, she was sure. She could feel their energies in the room, flowing and mixing with hers. Who else is here? Can I trust them?
A big hand gently lifted her head. Arthur. Cole pressed a cup to her lips and she drank the vile concoction as quickly as possible. Dr. Miles believed in natural remedies. As badly as this brew tasted, she’d scraped the bottom of everyone’s boots after they’d shoveled out a cesspit.
Dr. Miles checked her pulse and listened to her breathing. Violet watched the other woman’s face and didn’t miss the flicker of resignation.
As I thought.
No surprise when her chest felt like an entire herd of elephants had taken up residence on top of her ribs. Even her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as though not enough blood and oxygen were getting to her extremities. Cold, I’m so cold.
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