THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 14

Chapter 14

HEALER GREG HOUSE

The only word to describe the last several weeks would be hectic. Hectic. Hectic. Hectic.

Greg did not know how much longer this could continue. Him and his colleagues had been stuck in this 'laboratory' that Aenys had constructed. It was as large as an expansive manse yet had been designed and built to his specifications. Special rooms, with counters along the edges for them to do their work, lecture halls to seat an audience and even rooms that remained freezing cool by some science he did not understand. All to say it had been extremely expensive to build and the equipment inside. It was even more expensive.

He looked at the counter in front of him, at the specially procured ceramic plates that had a jelly-like material to help grow bacteria. There were instruments commissioned from Myr as well as others made in Qohor, yet Greg knew that it would all pay off eventually. With the manufacture of that 'penicillin' the first antibiotic, he knew that Aenys was going to become richer than all. For that brownish powder-cured the clap, and everyone had the clap.

Everyone.

"DAMN, IT ALL!" came the shout from the adjacent room. The massive hall he was in was a shared site where he worked with his colleagues. Yet Aenys worked in a room attached to the Hall.

CLASH! CRACK! THWACK!THWACK!

There was the sound of cursing and glass breaking, wood clattering and he noticed his colleagues getting perturbed as they all stared at the room the noise was coming from. Though this wasn't the first time this was happening. Aenys had been growing more frustrated with each passing day, with each passing failure.

"All right, everyone, back to work," he said as he stood up and took his cane. Everyone followed his words and busied themselves once more, knowing if Aenys walked out and saw anyone slacking, he would not be forgiving. Everyone was tired and had dark circles. Greg himself had not slept for more than four hours in weeks. Because Aenys was desperate and he was failing.

He took a deep breath and picked up his cane and began to move towards his room. He could still hear some grunts from the inside yet he knocked at the door and walked in not waiting for the reply to come.

"Aenys, I am coming in," he walked in, and his eyes widened as he saw the wreckage in the room. Glass shattered, ceramic destroyed, and other materials wasted. But most of all, Aenys was sitting there pressing a red cloth to his hand, trying to stop a massive bleed. His eyes widened as he rushed forward toward the Prince.

"What the hell, are you trying to kill yourself, you idiot!" he berated the man as he reached for the bag to his side, and took out the bandages from the inside.

"It's nothing. It's just a small cut," said the Prince as he began to bandage it, and Greg wasn't impressed by the Prince. Aenys had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was messy, and he had grown a beard. Greg knew that he needed to intervene before the kid killed himself.

"Aenys, you cannot push yourself like this. Look at what you have done to yourself," he pleaded as he cleaned the cut and looked for any glass fragments, thankfully there were none. Aenys huffed at his words and took a shaky breath as he leaned backward, his face twisting as he cleaned the wound with the special spirit.

"I don't know what to do, Greg. It's all failing. Nothing is working, and I don't have much time," said Aenys with a shaky tone and Greg felt the fragility in his tone. He had seen Lady Maegella before she had boarded her ships, and she had not looked well. Aenys had tried to convince her to not travel yet she had been adamant.