The Atrocious Bard and The Little Princeling | Hunter TOH X Gn Reader

Chapter 43: Sleep... Sleep Through It All...

Blag! The door to the bar flew open with such force that the entire room trembled, dust falling from the ceiling due to the sudden tremor.

Amber's voice broke the silence. "Quickly!"

Several urgent footsteps was heard.

Derwin scrambled to clear the cluttered sofa, his hands moving in panic. Old papers and bottles clattered to the floor as he made space.

Gilbert carefully lowered your limp body onto the sofa, his movements both swift and gentle. You were unresponsive, still in a critical condition.

As more seconds passed, your heartbeat and breaths became fainter than it was before.

Katya looked helplessly between them. "What do we do? We have no healers!"

Derwin's voice was strained, his usual calm cracking under the pressure. "We can't ask for help outside either. It's too dangerous."

Amber's voice rose. "But (Name) is going to die at this rate!"

Derwin's hands tightened into fists at his sides, his knuckles white. "The scouts are everywhere in Bonesborough, and it's even worse in Latissa. We can't risk getting caught."

Katya's voice quivered with a mix of fear and defiance. "But we can't just do nothing!"

"I know that!" Derwin snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. "But if we ask for help outside, we die too!"

"Calm down!" Gilbert's voice cut through the chaos, startling the kids into silence. The four of them turned to him, their eyes filled with worry and desperation.

Gilbert sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He bit his lip, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a physical burden. He knew enough about first aid to make an attempt, though the odds were slim.

It was a risk, but one he was willing to take.

"Get me the first aid kit," he ordered. "There should be some healing potions left from the Owl Lady's stash."

He paused, his mind racing. "And bring me needles, thread, and the strongest bottle of vodka you can find."

Gilbert's hands trembled slightly as he prepared himself for the task ahead. The three children darted around the bar, gathering the requested items with frantic urgency.

Gilbert knelt beside you, wincing as he took in the extent of your injuries. Blood covered your hair, injuries all over your body, and your skin was deathly pale. Time was running out.

"The vodka," Gilbert said, holding out his hand.

Derwin handed it to him, confusion knitting his brow. "What is this for?"

Gilbert uncorked the bottle with a practiced hand, the strong scent of alcohol filling the room. "I'm going to sew up someone's fucking skull, and I'm too sober for this."

Amber's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you sure about this?"

Katya's voice wavered. "We can't just sew them up like that! They're not a doll you know!"

Derwin shook his head, his voice heavy with resignation. "What other choice do we have?"

Gilbert muttered a curse under his breath, his eyes briefly closing in a silent plea. "Oh, Titans, guide me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He glanced at the ceiling, as if seeking some divine intervention.

Amber's voice was a shaky whisper. "Is this even going to work?"

Katya's response was equally unsure, but her resolve hardened. "We have no choice."