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Part One
by
A beautiful storm
(Wackyhorse2002@aol.com)
Maxwell shook his head. Miss Fine could be so stubborn. She would just not admit that she was sick! He could tell, even if she was in denial. The usual sparkle was gone from her eyes, and her complexion was ghostly pale. She seemed frail, even for her, and her hands shook visibly. He admired her guile and determination, but enough was enough. She needed to rest.
"Miss Fine, you have to take some time off. You’re sick, I can see it. Please, I’ll pay for your leave and everything." Maxwell begged, grabbing her hand and holding it tight. She just shook her head, looking at the ground. He could tell she was avoiding looking him in the eyes.
"No, the children need me." She replied shortly, and turned to leave. Maxwell by now was thoroughly distraught. What if something was seriously wrong with Miss Fine? She could be very sick. Pushing these thoughts out of his mind, he returned to his chair and continued working.
Meanwhile…
"Niles, do I look alright?" Miss Fine asked Niles, as they stood in the kitchen. Niles cocked his eyebrow, and scanned over her thin frame. She ALWAYS looked alright, terrific, actually.
"Of course Miss Fine, as always, you look stunning." Niles replied, although he wasn’t sure why she was asking.
"No, no. Although I thank you for the compliment, I mean do I look healthy?" She answered, and Niles furrowed his brow sarcastically. Of course she didn’t look well. She hadn’t for weeks.
"Miss Fine, you know that you look horribly sickly. Why do you ask?" Niles replied shrewdly. She stuck her tongue out.
"I preferred your first…your first…" Fran began, but she couldn’t finish. Her hand flew to her head instinctively, tracing the pain. She fell backwards, landing on the chair.
"Miss Fine, are you alright?" Niles asked, dropping the tray on the table and rushing to her side.
"Niles, I think I’ll take that time off now…" Miss Fine replied, barely audible. She was shivering violently as Niles carried her up to her room.
Up in Fran’s room…
Niles gently laid Miss Fine on her bed, and covered her with all the blankets available. He could feel that she was burning up, but she insisted that she was freezing. He was so confused, and now on top of that, worried for Miss Fine. She was his best friend, his accomplice…Who else would torment Babcoc with him, god forbid, something happen to her. After he was sure Fran was sleeping, he rushed downstairs to alert Mr. Sheffield of Miss Fine’s current condition.
In the office…
"Hello Niles old man." Maxwell exclaimed as soon as Niles entered. His unusually cheery disposition was soon replaced by a grim one when he noticed Niles’ somber expression. "What’s wrong?" Maxwell said quietly, knowing the answer all too soon. An image of Miss Fine popped to his head. Oh, god, he thought.
"Its Miss Fine sir, she’s terribly ill. I just took her to her room. She’s asleep now. May I have permission to call a doctor?" Niles asked.
"Yes, yes, of course. Please have him hurry." Maxwell replied distractedly, taking his glasses off and rushing to her room.
In Fran’s room…
Maxwell’s heart was racing as he opened the door. If something happened to her, tuoy tuoy, he was sure he couldn’t take it. Losing Sara nearly killed him. Losing Miss….Fran surely would. Maybe it was just a cold, or the flu, told himself. But the look on Niles’ face told him otherwise. He loved this woman; he needed her in his life.
"Miss Fine?" Maxwell whispered, walking into the room quietly. Oh god, he repeated in his head. She looked horrible. Her hair was in disarray, and her make-up was askew. She looked horribly green and pale. She seemed to be fighting herself in her sleep. She twisted and turned and shivered and sweated until Max could stand it no longer. "Miss Fine?" he repeated, shaking her slightly.
"Mr. Sheffield…where am I?" She said, opening her eyes slowly. "The children! I have to pick Maggie up from therapy, Brighton from ballet, and Gracie up from her date…No, no that’s not it…Oy, what a headache." She exclaimed, clutching her head dramatically. Maxwell smiled, atleast she was awake.
"You’re in bed Miss Fine. You’re very sick. The doctor’s on his way." Mr. Sheffield replied soothingly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She nodded slowly, unlike what he was expecting, an argument. Maxwell subconsciously pushed the hair out of Miss Fine’s face, and stroked her face lovingly. She smiled at him and shut her eyes, soon, she was asleep.
How he hated seeing her like this! It wasn’t like her. She hadn’t even inquired about her appearance, which was ghastly by the way. She wouldn’t like it. Maxwell got up off the bed and grabbed a washcloth out of Miss Fine’s bathroom. When he sat back down, he began to gently wipe off her make up. The only other thing he could think to do was clothe her in something more comfortable, but he couldn’t do that. She was his bloody Nanny! And he wasn’t sure he could handle it. He’d go get Niles. Taking one last look at his favorite Nanny, he headed downstairs, in search of his butler, when the doorbell rang.
In the living area…
"Hello, I’m Doctor Jenkins." The perky red head in front of Maxwell said, extending her hand.
"Maxwell Sheffield, thank you for coming. Right this way please." He replied, shaking her outstretched hand and leading her up the stairs. Normally, he would have taken time to admire the beautiful doctor, but today, Miss Fine occupied all of his thoughts.
In Fran’s room…
"Okay, Mr. Sheffield, I’ll need some information about Fran, here." Dr. Jenkins said, pulling a clipboard and pen out of her bag. After a couple of questions, which Maxwell answered with ease, the doctor began taking some tests.
"So, is Fran your wife?" The doctor asked a nervy Maxwell.
"Oh, no, my nanny." He said, holding Miss Fine’s cold hand in his own. The doctor raised an eyebrow. Since when were nanny’s and there employers so close? She could sense Maxwell watching his Nanny intently, and she could see the strong bond. They were more than just employee and employer. She knew it.
"Well, Mr. Sheffield, there’s nothing visibly wrong, or that I can find. I would take her to the hospital, have them run some tests. Give the receptionist this. They’ll let you right in." The doctor concluded. Maxwell’s heart jumped. Miss F…ran, his Fran, was seriously ill. Something could go wrong! He could lose her!
The End
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