Guess I Died, Let's Try Again

Time slowed as I watched Eurydice free the knife from its sheath.

"Be still for me, Jessamine" she said while tightening her grip on the knife.

When she lowered the knife, I panicked, scrambling vainly away from her. The breath caught in my throat and I started babbling incoherently, trying to get her to stop, though no words came out. Eurydice reached out her arm, the one without the knife, and wrapped it around my small, weak body. She brought me in close to her chest, her grip like iron, though I could still breath easily. Well, that's to say I would be able to if I wasn't hyperventilating and sobbing like mad.

no no no No No No NO NO NO

I can't go back, I can't, I can't, I can't...

"Shhhh shhhh shhhhh. Oh my goodness, Jessamine what's happening?" said Eurydice. She started to bounce up and down in a motherly fashion. She dropped the knife onto my bed so she could use her other arm to hold me in a more comfortable position.

"I guess the haircut has to wait" I heard Eurydice mumble to herself.

Hearing this I moved my sopping wet, bright red face out from between my knees and looked at Eurydice with a dumbfounded expression.

"...huh" I managed to vocalize.

"Oh, you calmed down yet? You really don't like haircuts, huh. We can let it grow out a little bit but you're gonna have to be a big girl before too long." She said with an amused tone.

you, you... YOU PRICK!!!!!!!!!!

HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME LIKE THAT!!!!! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!!!!!!

TAKE THIS, AND THIS, AND THAT

I felt my face get really hot once I sorted out the misunderstanding, and I started pounding my baby fists into Eurydice's sizable bosom. She giggled at my fury which only further increased the depths of my rage.

UGH, WHY AM I SO WEAK

AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH

She placed me back into my bed her face blushed with amusement. Before she left the room she turned around and plucked a single hair from my head, it barely registered in my mind. At the time I was far too busy wallowing in embarrassment. Eventually, the tiredness overwhelmed me and I fell asleep embarrassed, but relieved.

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When I next awoke I found myself on a hard table, and distinctly not in my bedroom. A brilliant skylight announced that I was in the manor's healing room and that it was around noon.

"You're certain that it was an elder god?" I heard the voice of Felstratus, the doctor, speak dubiously.

Then Eurydice responded with a slightly panicked tone, saying " YES! I'm certain! If I wasn't certain I would have never brought it up!"

Felstratus placed his right hand on his chin and dawned a look of deep concentration. Several seconds passed before he said, "We cannot tell anyone but the Lord and Lady, alright".

"Of course, who knows what would happen if the public found out that the young lady was touched by an Elder god".

Elder god...? they must be talking about Death.

A shiver ran through my spine as I remembered the horrifying personification of life and death.

Also, touched?

Maybe they are talking about when I got my memory back.

Now that I think about it, maybe that bit of divine intervention is what changed my hair.