298 Anger (1)

"I will take this out," Alessandra said, pointing at the bowl of water and a cloth stained with Alfred's blood. After sitting around watching the two men carefully clean Alfred trying not to hurt him any further and dressing his wound, she got tired of watching and wanted to make herself useful. 

Before they could object, Alessandra picked up the bowl and started to walk to the door. It has been almost an hour now since Alfred was returned to them and each tick from the clock with the doctor still not present made Alessandra want to find a horse and drag the doctor here herself.

Alessandra twisted the doorknob and pushed the door out. As she expected, Sally was leaning against the wall on the opposite side with two other maids. "Has there been any word on Edgar?" She asked, catching their attention.