To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 5

(curse warning)

Sanemi's POV
He is unconscious so I set my bag down and go to grab a chair and set it by his bed. I sit there and wait, what should I do when he is asleep? Well, I can still check his pulse and heartbeat, so I get out the needed equipment and check his pulse. It is a bit slow but not terribly slow, his skin is very warm though.
So then I get a thermometer and check his temperature, 101.3, yeah he has a temp alright. I leave and get a washcloth, a maid showed me where they were. Then I got it cool with cold sink water and went to put it on his head. I brushed away his bangs with my hand and set the cooled washcloth on his head.
He seems to sigh and then his eyes slowly flutter open. His eyes are like a beautiful ocean blue but they have a darkness to them. Most likely because he is sick and tired. He looks shocked but then he looks down at my clothes and nods. I think he already knows why I am here.
I tried to make conversation but he wasn't having it. I have never heard his voice before though. So I am going to force him to talk back. 

"When did your symptoms start?"

I said that through my teeth, I couldn't care less. I won't be poisoning him today because I don't have the poison yet. My buddies will be getting the poison in a few days. So I have to deal with this piece of shit until then. I waited for him to respond and he sighed. He then cleared his throat and spoke up.

"About two weeks ago."

Okay so he has a pretty face and a hot voice but he is a big bitch. Yet hearing that he has been sick for two weeks… no wonder it's gotten this bad. Why didn't he just get help sooner? Wouldn't the king force him to get help? Nothing is making sense anymore. All I know is that I must kill the prince to pay back for everything the people have suffered through. I look at him and he is trying to sit up. I roll my eyes and help him up. He is pretty stubborn so far. Well I continue the day being his so called doctor.
I force him to at least eat lunch and some of his dinner. This man is infuriating. I finally go home and look at the last photo of Genya I have, before he got shot one day trying to find food. He was accused of stealing and was shot on the spot, when really he was just looking.
This was one other reason why I hate the palace, they made food too expensive. Everything damn thing they sell is expensive. My house costs twice as much as it should. I have one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a living room. That is really it. I don’t have a basement or any more room to do anything, I spend most of my time in my room. I eat in the living room because I don’t have a dining room. 
The palace is thousands of times bigger than my house. The wall in the bathroom is caving in, there are holes in the ceiling of the living room. So it gets cold easy, hot easy and when it rains, well it just fucking sucks. It is better than being homeless though like almost half of the citizens. So I can’t take it for granted but when I was in the palace earlier it really reminded me why I am doing this. Everyone is counting on me to do this even if they don’t know it. I make myself dinner, just some cold beans. My microwave is broken and I don’t have much food nor money.