A servant crosses the field in the early hours, pulling a cart along with provisions from the local market. Looking east to catch a bit of a pale pink and orange sunrise. He slows, squinting as he tries to make something out in the distance... an oar.... an overturned boat.... a body.... then drops the handles of the cart and runs full pitch into the water lapping at the edge of the estate.

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Nervous conversation in fits and starts echo in the hallway outside her bedchamber

"How long has she been unconscious?"

"Was she bleeding?"

"Is she dead?"

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The physician examines a gash in the thicket of brown hair, giving instruction to the nurse who will tend to the lifeless form for as long as she draws breath. The money is no object; it will be a combination of a bit of luck, some skillful nursing, and a will to live on the part of the patient. He has done all that he can for now. He collects the various implements of the trade, looking down one last time as the chest shallowly rises and falls, and slips on his frock coat, opening the door to speak to the housekeeper.

" Mrs Rawley, I would suggest that you alert the Baroness's family immediately. Her parents will, I am sure, wish to be by their daughter's bedside should she awaken."

"I've already seen to it, Sir," she nods, then casting her eyes down to the floorboards "And.... will she awaken?"

He rests a consoling hand on her shoulder "Time will tell."

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((OOC: Forgive me for the abrupt exit -- I don't know if it's temporary or permanent. I only know it's necessary. I feel sure I'll still speak to some of my friends in the past, but I know a great number of you exist there. I hope to come awake again someday, and find you all well, and happy. ~ Olivia))

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