RP starters: Concern.

Once returned to a conscious state, Ciel discovered
he was tangled in his bed sheets back at home. And
vaguely he recalled himself passing out right on the
busy street. Mmm… what an awful experience. He
guessed he was delivered to the local hospital right
after he collapsed, for he simply couldn’t mishear his
kinswoman’s voice. Aunt Ann.

The realization of her staying around him all this time
truly comforted him. She, probably, had to excuse from
her afternoon shift to bring him to the manor. May be
she did it along with Sebastian… but that wasn’t the point.
Ciel had no wish to distract her like that and, moreover,
create such a disturbance. What had even happened
to him today? He could swear he was just fine in the
morning. Well, may be, not absolutely fine, yet at least
not at death’s door.

In few moments Aunt Ann entered the room along with
May-Rin and Ciel watched them silently. The maid poured
some potion in the spoon in front of him and he obediently
opened his mouth to take it. Apparently that happened to
be some remedy provided by his aunt. He didn’t doubt it.
She was known as one of the best doctors in the area
of London and if she said you had to swallow bitter medicine
or anything else up to raw frogs — cringe or grimace, but
do it.

He sighed. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much for him to say.
They both remained quiet untill Aunt Ann asked what occured.
And the boy had to provide an explanation, however he stuck
in the state of sullen disarray. It took another few moments
for him to solely force his mind to work. Later on their
conversation grew into a dispute, despite how Ciel tried to
avoid that. He felt too weak.

        ❝ —  I know, Aunt Ann.

           But, please, accept my apology.
           I had no intent to interrupt your schedule.  ❞