What Is Unknown *Chapter 2*

The days past. They were long and tiring. The sick died and more people with the illness moved in. The spot where the woman would lie, was now filled by her daughter. She looked so much like her mother: Long brown curls and sharp gray eyes.

She was much like her mother, but more than just her looks. She was so calm, even though she knew she was going to die. She had seen her mom die a painful death, but still didn't flinch. She was only 5, but so much more courageous than myself.

I heard her cough. A low cough. She didn't ask for much, but needed so much help. I knew she couldn't possibly live long, she wasn't as strong as it appeared. 

 Elric helped an older lady near me. She didn't have long as it was, but he was doing all the could. Helping her at her ever whim. He did that for all the patients no matter what their chances were. He was the most caring person I knew. I was glad I fell in love with someone like him.

"Elizabeth. . ." called a young voice "Catherine?" I asked, "Do you need something." I continued. She simply flashed me her hand. It was covered in blood from her cough. Most patients were almost black, a symptom of the plague, but she didn't have anything on her face. But she didn't have anything but porcelain skin. . . just like her mom.

I pulled a cloth from my apron and handed it to her. Her hands were so small and delicate. She smiled at me, and I quickly did the same. She wiped her hand off as she spoke, "Your hair is falling down."  It took me by surprise. I felt the back of my head and realized she was right.

I pulled my hair down out of the ribbon. My brown hair fell down to the middle of my back. I pulled it back. Catherine spoke once again, "You should have your hair down. . . I bet Elric would like it." she said with a sweet smile.

I felt my face turn red. In defense and embarrassment, I asked, "What do you mean? Elric?" I tired to smile, but I was too caught off guard. "I know you two like each other.Why aren't you together?" she asked. She looked like a child, but was so much more mature.

"Look." She pointed with her eyes in his direction.  I looked and my eyes met his. Both our faces turned red and we turned away. Catherine couldn't possibly be right, could she?