She managed to make out a monocle amidst her hazy vision. The next thing she knew, her vision turned dark.
The next time she woke up, her head no longer hurt as much. She was lying on a bed in a small but cozy room.
"Dorothy?" She whispered, standing up to search for her sister. Her voice was rough and croaked.
But Dorothy was not in the room. Her heart pounded in fear.
"I see you're awake, little one." The door opened and a man came in, drawing her attention to him.
Dahlia felt the voice was a little bit familiar. The man with the monocle! She thought. Except this time, he wasn't wearing his monocle.
"Where's my sister?" She asked, alarmed.
"Dorothy? She's having dinner at the dinner table. You must be Dahlia." He paused, then continued. "It's a good thing I found you in time. You could have been dead. Had to call the doctor and force the medicine down your throat." He said.
"Thank you, sir..." She didn't know his name.
