MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 331: Ancient medicine

Blake jolted awake, momentarily disoriented. He blinked rapidly, heart racing as he realized he had inadvertently dozed off. Rose still lay motionless on the bed, exactly as he'd left her.

"Damn it," he muttered, angry at himself for succumbing to sleep when Rose needed him most.

A faint noise caught his attention. He rose swiftly, padding down the hall to check on Celena. The little girl was still sound asleep, peaceful and unaware of the turmoil around her. Blake lingered at her doorway for a moment, ensuring all was well.

Then another sound reached his ears - this time from downstairs. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the source of the disturbance.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Blake saw a familiar figure at the front door, fumbling with a set of keys. It was Dr. Martina, struggling to find the right key among the bunch in her hand.

Blake quickly strode over and opened the door. Martina stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto Blake's face. The worry etched into his features told her everything she needed to know about the gravity of the situation.

"Take me to Rose," Martina said without preamble, dropping her bags save for a small medical suitcase.

Blake nodded, leading her up the stairs. "She hasn't stirred at all since I called you," he explained, his voice tight with concern. "I've done everything you said - kept her covered, made sure there was fresh air..."

They entered the bedroom where Rose lay still and pale against the sheets. Martina moved swiftly to Rose's side, her centuries of medical experience evident in her purposeful movements.

"Tell me exactly what happened before she collapsed," Martina instructed as she began her examination, opening her medical case.

Blake recounted the events leading up to Rose's sudden loss of consciousness, trying to recall every detail that might be relevant. As he spoke, Martina listened intently, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she checked Rose's vital signs.

"How long will it take to know what's wrong?" Blake asked, hovering anxiously nearby. "Is she going to be alright?"

Martina glanced up at him, her expression serious but not without compassion. "I need to run a few tests first, Blake. It's too early to say for certain. But I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to help her."

Blake nodded, swallowing hard. He knew Martina was Rose's best hope right now. All he could do was trust in her expertise and wait.

The night stretched on as Martina worked tirelessly, her centuries of medical knowledge put to the ultimate test in trying to unravel the mystery of Rose's condition.

As Martina set to work, it quickly became apparent that this was no ordinary medical examination. The tools and techniques she employed were as unique as Rose's physiology.

First, Martina produced a small, pen-like device with a faintly glowing tip. She ran this over Rose's skin, frowning in concentration as she studied the readouts on its tiny screen. This seemed to be her method for taking vital signs, as traditional methods like blood pressure cuffs or pulse oximeters would be useless against Rose's supernaturally resilient skin.

Next, she retrieved what looked like a miniature spectrometer from her case. Holding it close to Rose's eyes, mouth, and nostrils, Martina appeared to be analyzing the composition of various bodily fluids without the need for invasive sampling.

When it came time to draw blood, Martina didn't reach for a regular syringe. Instead, she produced a device that looked almost like a tiny laser cutter. With practiced precision, she used this to create a microscopic incision in Rose's skin – just large enough to collect a small vial of blood before the wound instantly sealed itself.

Throughout the examination, Martina occasionally paused to consult a leather-bound tome filled with arcane symbols and diagrams. It was clear this was no ordinary medical reference book, but rather a compendium of supernatural ailments and treatments gathered over centuries.

At one point, Martina even pulled out what appeared to be a crystal pendulum, holding it over various points on Rose's body while muttering under her breath in a language Blake didn't recognize. Whether this was genuine mystical diagnostics or simply an old habit from a different era of medicine, Blake couldn't be sure.

The entire process was a strange blend of cutting-edge technology and ancient, esoteric practices. It was a stark reminder of just how different Rose's care needs were from those of ordinary humans.

As Martina worked, Blake watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. He found himself torn between hope that these unconventional methods would provide answers, and fear of what those answers might be.

As Martina continued her intricate examination, she finally turned to Blake with a gentle but firm expression. "Blake, I need you to step out for a while. I require some space to work uninterrupted."

Blake hesitated, reluctant to leave Rose's side. But he knew better than to argue with the centuries-old doctor who held his wife's fate in her hands. With a resigned nod, he moved towards the door.

Martina drew the shades closed against the encroaching dawn. Unlike Blake, she didn't share his unique resistance to sunlight. As he slipped out of the room, Blake cast one last longing glance at Rose's still form before closing the door behind him.

Standing in the hallway, Blake felt a surge of restlessness. The feeling of helplessness threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't just sit idly by, waiting for news. He needed to do something, anything to feel useful.

Then it hit him - Celena would be waking up soon. On a normal day, Rose would already be in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for their little family. The thought of their daughter coming downstairs to find her mother absent and her father a worried wreck spurred Blake into action.

He made his way to the kitchen, determined to create some semblance of normalcy for Celena's sake. As he began gathering ingredients for pancakes - Celena's favorite - Blake found a small measure of comfort in the familiar routine.

He mixed the batter, heated the griddle, and soon the kitchen was filled with the warm, comforting aroma of breakfast. It wasn't quite up to Rose's standards, but it would do. As he worked, Blake rehearsed in his mind how he would explain the situation to Celena without frightening her.

Just as he was plating the first stack of pancakes, Blake heard the telltale sound of little feet padding down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, he plastered on what he hoped was a reassuring smile, ready to face whatever questions his daughter might have about her mother's absence.

For now, all he could do was try to keep things as normal as possible for Celena, while anxiously awaiting news from Martina about Rose's condition. It wasn't much, but it was something he could do to help his family through this uncertain time.

Celena padded down the stairs, her hair a tangled mess and her face scrunched up as she tried to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Where's Mommy?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

Blake mustered his most reassuring smile. "Mommy's still in our room, sweetheart. She's just... doing something important right now. She'll join us when she's done."