The Crazy Tyrant Wants To Kill Me(EDITING)

21 - More Than A Simple Treatment

I woke in a soft, warm bed.

"Hmm?"

When did prisons have such comfortable beds? I closed my eyes again and was about to fall asleep when I heard the sound of footsteps shuffling around. My eyes fluttered open to see a familiar doctor standing by my bedside, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other.

Suddenly I sat up a bolt upright when I saw where I was.

I was in Julia's bedroom, again!

No wonder why the bed's so comfortable! "Ah!" I winced in pain as the cuts on my back still stung.

"Y-your highness!" The doctor seemed startled and lowered his head. 

Hmm?

I squinted. He looks familiar. Who is he?

"Do I know you?" I asked, inching closer to him.

"M-maybe..."

"Maybe?!" 

I clicked my tongue. The doctor slowly raised his head.

"Ah ha!" I snapped my fingers. I know who this doctor is! He's the doctor who spoke to me right after I woke up from a coma!

But.. why does he seem so nervous? And anxious?

"Why are you so anxious?" I asked, inching closer. But I pulled on my wound when I was crawling closer. "Ow!" Pain shoot up my back and I winced again, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Your Highness, I'm here to treat your wounds," the doctor explained. "By the way-" he gulped, "-my name is Doc Cruz."

"Oh..." I studied him carefully as he pulled out a first-aid kit. 

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. "You can tell me. I'm very trustworthy." Doctor Cruz seemed very nervous around me.

The doctor gave a weak smile. "I wish I could," he whispered. I knew he didn't mean for me to hear him, but I did. I narrowed my eyes. "I heard that, Doc Cruz."

Doc Cruz froze but quickly recovered. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Your Highness, please lay down on your stomach so I can treat your back."

"But-" I started but cut myself off. I needed treatment. I could ask questions while being treated. I slowly laid down on my stomach. Doc Cruz moved closer towards me and started cutting the back of my clothes with scissors. I frowned.

Then Doc Cruz placed an ice pack on one of my biggest cuts. The cool ice felt good against my ripped flesh.

"So, tell me, what are you hiding from me?" I asked as Doc Cruz applied some medicine on my back.

Doc Cruz stayed silent, making me frown deeper. "Tell me."

I clicked my tongue when Doc Cruz stayed silent again. "Say it, or I'll make you!" I threatened. I felt a little guilty after the words came out of my mouth.

Doc Cruz's hands stopped moving across my back, but a few moments later he began treating again.

Ugh.

He leaves me no choice to do this. I hate doing this, but this is the only way....

I took a deep breath. I knew I wasn't the actual queen, and I didn't have the right to do this, but I needed to know. What if it was important? I took another deep breath and then yelled, "I am Queen Julia Kite! How dare you not tell me?! I will punish you deeply if you don't tell me right now!"

My back ached.

Clang!

Doc Cruz dropped the medicine bottle and he backed away furiously. "I-I'm sorry! Please don't punish me, Your Highness!" He looked like a frightened animal.

My heart ached. I have never done this before. 

"S-so, tell me then! Or do you want to be punished?" I yelled, but my voice came out softer.

"I'm so sorry! But I can't tell you! I promised!"

"Promised who?!" I bit my lip.

"The person who visited you everyday after you fell into a coma!"

Then he sprinted out of the room and disappeared.