Victor gave a start at hearing the voice, it sounded so strange compared to what he had seen in the dream. He glanced around, half?expecting to see Frank, for he had expected to hear Frank¡¯s voice. But it was truly his very own Elizabeth, and she seemed concerned for him. Besides the fear brought about by the dream,?along with the long hours he had worked recently, and the ordeal with Elizabeth, there was another reason why he was so unwell. All the potions he had taken, especially the ones he had taken recently, while trying to bring Elizabeth back, we¡¯re taking their toll on him. They had?helped him, he had increased speed, and strength, but as with all such things, they were now exacting their price. For however brilliant Victor was, all that brilliance still lived in a very human body, which could only take so much overwork, stress, and chemicals of all kinds being put into it to make it think and do as he wanted it to do. ?he now felt nauseous, dizzy and cold, and found that he was quite unable to stand. He sat on the floor, and leaned against the wall.
I..., I don¡¯t feel so well, he finally managed with reluctance, hating to admit his own frailty, but feeling more ill?than even his own pride would allow him to conceal.
He looked at her when she mentioned his creation accosting her, his eyes strangely hollow, and his face appearing as if he were already a ghost. He noticed her chiding?remark, but was too ill to do or say anything about it right now. ?he wanted to tell her that he had in fact seen Frank, wearing her, face. But he felt even too ill to try to articulate what he had seen, the circumstance quite unusual for him.
Might help, something, to drink, perhaps, his words faltered, and did not come out incorrect format because he was too ill at present to even think how to properly speak. He lowered his head, unable to say any more at the present time, all he could do was hope that she would have mercy on him, and vaguely wonder, had one of his servants done this? It was mainly due to all the potions, but it was also possible for any wealthy person to have at least one servant who wanted that person out of the way, perhaps for a share of the wealth, or perhaps for freedom from servitude. ?after what seemed to him like an eternity, he looked at her as best he could, I know, I don¡¯t deserve it, but, please¡
