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"Good evening!" Rowan chirped happily, strolling into the bedroom. Walter and Integral looked up from their respective reading. Rowan was carrying a juice tray. The liquid inside the jug was a peculiar shade of yellow, almost orange.

"What...is that?" Integral asked, folding and tidying her copy of the London Times.

"A different blend. I was thinking you'd be sick of berry flavor by now. This is pineapple, orange, lemon, persimmon and starfruit. Very refreshing." Rowan poured her patients a glass and handed them over. Walter and Integral exchanged looks.

"Cheers, sir." Walter said bravely and sipped. His eyes lit up. "Miss Rowan, this is delicious! Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Rowan bowed to Walter, fist over heart. Walter grinned and drank deeply. Integral frowned at her butler, then tasted it herself.

"I think the fever has damaged Walter's taste buds." She said, setting the glass down.

"You don't like it." Rowan said.

"No, I do not."

"Very well. I have plain orange juice downstairs. Would that work?"

"Yes. Now what other tortures do you have planned for us?"

"You're feeling better. You're getting grumpy. Michael warned me about that." Integral turned a low-level glare on Rowan, who grinned and held out her arms. "Knights first tonight. Off to the tub!" Integral grumbled under her breath as she threw back the covers and stood. Rowan supported her arm and waist, tossing orders to the maids that appeared in the doorway. One opened the bathroom door, the other handed Rowan a plastic bag, which she took in her teeth.

Ingetral groused once the bathroom door was closed. Rowan helped her sit in a vanity chair.

"Yes, I know. But when the lady of the manor is indisposed, someone must take charge. You have an excellent staff, Sir Hellsing. It has been a privilege to work with them." Rowan bustled about the tub, adjusting the water temperature and adding her sachets and salts. A knock sounded. Rowan opened the door a crack and took the clean set of pajamas. Putting them carefully on the sink, she glanced at Integral in the mirror. The knight was having problems with...

"You wore a brassiere to bed???" Rowan gasped. Integral frowned at her.

"That is none of your business."

"Yes it is when you can't unhook it yourself." Rowan turned and approached. "Here." She held out her hands. Integral sighed and accepted them. Rowan moved her to the sink and stepped behind her. "I cannot believe this. Don't you have any front hooks?" She asked, undoing three hooks. Integral shrugged as the bra slid off her shoulders and down her arms.

"This is the kind I prefer and it only comes in back hooks. I do not understand why I had problems now and not this morning."

"You're tired, Sir Hellsing. A full day of doing nothing can still be stressful on a sick body." Rowan stepped back as Integral shimmied out of her clothes. Once the knight was safely in the tub, Rowan took her preferred perch on the edge of the vanity. "If you'd like, I'll leave a list of infusions that will help bolster your immune system, as well as appropriate foods. That would help keep you safe during the cold and flu season and you hopefully won't have to repeat this."

"That would be...very kind of you, Rowan." Integral lay back in the tub and glanced at the apothecary. "I have ordered Alucard to leave you alone. However, he may try to lure you into conversation. I have found ignoring him to work well. I suggest you do the same. No more teasing. It could be...dangerous." Rowan closed her eyes and sighed.

"I know. I knew it while it was happening. There's something about him that...reminds me." Rowan sighed again and opened her eyes. Her cheerful nature reappeared. "But I'm a big girl. I can handle it. And I will follow your advice."

"Thank you. I would not like it if something happened to you. You are a good doctor."

"My, so candid. You really are tired." Integral sputtered and Rowan winked. "Five more minutes."

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