Reborn As Noble Chapter 1234: Blush of Embarrassment ( 1234 )

Gracelle continued gazing at the pale ceiling, her thoughts churning with anxiety.

The young man I long to see...

Javier...

Armand endured brutal wars...

Could this imply that he and his kin... have vanished?

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

If he's gone forever... why bother living? Why endure all this suffering?

She looked down at the medical devices hooked to her body—the IV tube secured to her hand's back, the sensors on her arm, the steady beep from the heart monitor. Suddenly, it all seemed burdensome and pointless.

Tears were on the verge of falling, yet a sudden recollection stopped her.

The Miss Elf promised that once I recover... I can see the boy I desire.

Does that suggest Javier lives on?

And what makes her so certain?

Gracelle's thoughts whirled, desperately connecting the dots.

She noted that elves seldom venture beyond their homeland...

Hold on.

An elf boasting silver locks and emerald gaze... that's exceptionally uncommon.

And I'm positive I've encountered her previously... but in what place?

Her breathing hitched as a hazy yet sharp memory emerged. A younger self positioned in the grand Armand Hall, present at a festivity honoring Francesca De Armand. A stunning elven servant with silver hair and emerald eyes positioned silently next to a boy sporting playful eyes and a roguish grin...

Could that be her?

She served as... that boy's personal attendant.

So, she must know the fate of Javier and his household?

Yet she's here with her betrothed. That striking physician... a royal prince.

Does this indicate her fiancé's father now governs Armand Nation?

Does it mean Javier and his family were shown mercy?

I must uncover the truth.

Gracelle released a faint, exhausted breath, her head reeling.

She surveyed the chamber, the rhythmic beeps from monitors and stark white walls now seeming remote. Through the ICU's glass divider, healers bustled outside, murmuring quietly at the nurses' station.

How can I summon them?

Her voice remained feeble, scarcely more than a murmur.

She softly cleared her throat and attempted once more, raising the volume slightly.

"Umm... hello? Anyone around?"

She peered beyond the glass barrier, yet nobody appeared to hear.

They instructed me to call if I required assistance.

But... how exactly?

Her gaze roamed the room, settling on the petite clip fastened to her thumb—the pulse oximeter tracking her oxygen saturation. She fixated on it, ideas racing.

What occurs if I take this off?

She eyed the clip once more and gulped nervously, her heartbeat accelerating.

What if removing it halts my breathing? Or stops my heart?

I won't gamble with my life, especially after their rescue. Not following all they've sacrificed.

She scanned anew, striving to locate any object to attract notice without sparking alarm.

Her sight fixed on the bed's metal side rail, a robust, arched bar alongside.

I suppose this will have to do.

With a frail yet resolute hand, she stretched toward the metal spoon abandoned on her food tray. Clutching it firmly, she raised it and rapped lightly against the bed's railing.

The noise was muted, hardly piercing the machines' drone or the faint voices of healers beyond. She struck again, firmer, her limb quivering from exertion.

Meanwhile, beyond the ICU, Juria reviewed charts at her station. She looked toward fellow healers conversing nearby, then halted as a subtle, repeating tap echoed from the patient's room.

Hmm? Strange. Could one of Prince Javier’s gadgets be causing that?

She rose elegantly and glanced through the glass, spotting Gracelle feebly striking the bed rail with a spoon.

What's she up to? Some gentle workout? Or... signaling for help?

She dismissed the thought with a head shake and headed for the room, but stopped as Kalea and Myra approached, appearing revitalized post-wash.

Juria folded her arms with a grin.

"My~ Our Master Healer has roused at last, alongside Garak’s Dream Girl, Missssss Kaleeeaaa~"

"Ugh! Juria. Can you drop the ’Garak’s Dream Girl’ moniker already?" Kalea sighed, eyes rolling.

"What? It's factual, isn't it? His gaze fixes solely on you. Wonder how long it's persisted. Ah~ Ever since he began Special Forces training for Armand. Count yourself fortunate for such a devoted, steadfast guy~"

"Sigh. If only Marcor, his teammate, fancied me instead..."

Juria shook her head smilingly, shifting focus to Myra. "So, Master~ Can't believe you dozed off that quick~ You're the mightiest, most gifted Armand healer, capable of shattering sleep enchantments effortlessly."

"I don’t know," Myra replied with a tired breath before collapsing into a seat. "All we heard was a beautiful voice. Something we’ve never heard before. A real, enchanting melody..."

Juria let out a chuckle while shaking her head. "Yes, yes~" As she spun around to head to the ICU room, Myra looked up from her chair and questioned.

"Where are you headed?"

"Hmm? Ah..." Juria gestured with her lips at the ICU, then slipped her face mask back on. "I think Miss Gracelle is attempting to summon us."

"Hmm?" Kalea cocked her head in puzzlement. "Why not simply hit the call bell on the table? It’s plainly marked ’Press for Assistance.’"

Juria grinned and looked their way.

"Firstly, our patient hasn’t quite grasped her environment or the gadgets at her disposal yet. Though Prince Javier verified her vision is flawless, she’s still getting used to everything. Secondly..." Juria’s grin grew broader. "We only just found out about Prince Javier’s creations ourselves, yet we picked them up fast thanks to prior exposure to mana relay towers, mana talkies, and similar magical gadgets. Just a quick guide was enough for us."

Myra beamed and gave a nod. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"Okay then. I’ll go see what she wants." Juria pivoted and peeked back over her shoulder. "Afterward, the rest of us who handled your shift get to rest. Oh, Master~ Remember, you and Kalea have the upcoming eight-hour shift."

Myra laughed lightly. "Alright, alright. Hurry up and check on her."

"Thanks~" Juria kept striding to the ICU room and entered.

Inside, her masked smile appeared as she spoke softly.

"Miss Gracelle? I saw you knocking your spoon against the rail."

"Ah..." Gracelle offered a weak smile, looking somewhat sheepish. "I... I was trying to get someone’s attention..."

"Oh..." Juria smiled once more, her voice soft. "Why not press this button right here?" She indicated the small, obviously marked call button on the bedside table.

"Eh?" Gracelle’s eyes went wide as she eyed the button. Her face turned crimson upon seeing the label, and she yanked the blanket over her head in mortification.

( End Of Chapter )