To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 3

Giyuu's POV
I know the guards have noticed that I am feeling unwell. They probably told my father but he didn’t listen. I went a whole other week feeling even worse, I was hoping to feel better. It doesn’t look like I will though so I will need to get a doctor. I have been sick for two weeks, just gradually getting worse.
I sigh and then that starts a coughing fit, which makes it hard to breathe. I slowly crumple to the floor coughing even harder, blood comes up and my hands are shaking. My vision gets blurry but I can tell some guards are rushing over, then I pass out. I slowly wake up to see that I am in my bed. I don’t remember everything that happened, why am I in my bed?
I look over and see my father talking to some people near the door.
One of the guards let him know that I am awake. My head hurts so bad and I feel so hot, as if my skin was on fire. My father walked over to me and looked down at me. It felt as though he was upset, for a second I thought he cared until I could sense a coldness about him. He was upset at me for getting myself sick. 
I don’t know if I was just feeling really emotional or it was because I was sick but I felt myself tearing up. I turned my head and looked away from my father’s disappointed face. I was used to him being like this but this stung so much. I heard him walk away and I sighed, and then started coughing again. I heard him scoff and then the door slammed shut, he was really pissed. Guess I really am a failure of a son to get so sick to make him waste his very precious time. 
The maids tried to help me sit up, but after a few minutes I was able to sit upright. It was useless because not too long after I just fell asleep again.

Third Person’s POV(or me hehe)
Giyuu is super ill, he has a very hard time staying awake. Most of the time he is unconscious with the thoughts of a better life. If only he had someone there caring for him, was that really too much to ask? Was he not worthy of his fathers love? 
Giyuu didn’t understand why his life must be filled with such misery to the point of a strong sadness. He has to watch almost every single thing he does or he could mess up. If he messes up, that is just another disappointment.
In his fathers eyes he is just a small pathetic little boy who needs to become a strong man. He still is young though and the pressure of expectations is crazily heavy. As if the palace is sitting on his shoulders, and he must carry it all on a tightrope. 
The feeling of heavy expectations and loneliness swallow him up as if he were nothing. Each step is carefully planned and now that he is sick he will be behind on his duties. The longer he is sick and unable to do work, the harder it will be. The more useless he will feel.
He slowly wakes up once again, this pattern of drifting between conscious and unconsciousness has been happening for three days now. He hasn’t eaten barely a thing, he has gotten paler and eye bags underneath his once bright eyes that are now dull. Someone knocks but he isn’t awake to answer.
Another knock and then the door opens to reveal a white headed man wearing scrubs and carrying a big duffle bag. He walks closer to Giyuu and looks him up and down.