To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 8

(curse warning)

Sanemi’s POV
That smile was so fucking cute. Wait what, no stop it. I helped him up out of the bed and sneakily helped him out to the garden. It was warm out today and the sun was shining. He sat down by the daisies and smiled again. I sat down by him. He then looked at me and then looked back at the flowers.

"Thank you. If I were to survive this illness then once I became king… I would thank you greatly."

I scoffed. Why the fuck would he say that? To show off or did he really mean to show gratitude?
I took him back to his room and laid him down. He started coughing and fell asleep. The rest of the day went by and I eventually went home. 
 I messaged my buddies with my cheap flip phone. In two days will be the assassination. I don't know why but I've been feeling uneasy about this. Like yes, he is a bad guy, but I don't know if murder is the way to go anymore. All of my buddies were furious when I spoke my thoughts. Telling me that I need to be a man and grow up. 'It's the only way. It's the best way to deal with the issue!' I sighed, they are probably right. The way they said it though was fucking low.
I slammed my phone down and got ready for bed. I had another royal dinner earlier because of the prince. That is what I don't get, if he is a bad guy why would he give me his food? Yet I know that he just watches us suffer in extreme poverty as he lives in luxury. Well, not anymore he won't. Soon is his downfall and I will be the one to make that happen. Tomorrow is the last day before the assassination. 
I fell asleep and soon enough the next day came. I got on my scrubs, made sure I was completely ready and left my house. I got to the palace and the king wanted to talk to me. I went over to the throne room. He was sitting upon it, looking down at me. I felt like nothing, a small little being. He asked me to get a little closer so I did, he sat up a bit straighter and got to the point. 

“I want my son to be better soon, we have a big royal ball coming up. He must find a wife during the ball. You are invited if you can heal him before it happens. How is he? Wait don’t tell me, I don’t really care, just make sure he is fine by the ball.” 

Wow, father of the year. All I did was nod, I didn’t want to speak and say what I was thinking. He let me excuse myself to go help the prince, gosh can I just kill both? Or what if I killed the king and forced the prince to do as I say? That would be the best, but alas it’s whatever. I made my way to the princes room and entered, he looked pretty bad. I don’t know if I need to poison him, he might just die on his own. He opened his eyes as I got closer and smiled. 
I stood right by his bed and then helped him sit up. He started coughing tons and I gave him some water.
It seemed to help a bit, and then I pulled over a chair and sat down. I did the normal checking his heartbeat, pulse, and temperature. His temperature was 102.1. Most of the day went by like normal. He fell asleep for a while then I woke him up for lunch. He ate half of it and offered me the rest. So I had a good lunch, then he just sat there for a while.
I am curious what he could be possibly thinking about. His death? He seemed like a gloomy kind of guy. That can explain why he didn’t say much out in public to the people. It still doesn’t explain why he hasn’t told his dad about how we are suffering. He turned his head and faced me.

“What is your real name? I know… that you’re a fake doctor.”