Hollow Knight Fanfic - Honor and Blood

Chap. 14 - Invisible Traces

Three nights had passed since Ghost left Hachi at Captain Yamato's residence, and the weaver was slowly recovering. His attitude was still brusque with everyone, which the owners of the house didn't like very much, but for Ghost they could put up with it a little. At least she was barely able to walk a few steps on her own without collapsing in pain, and in front of her room there was always a guard watching over the prisoner.

It was early in the morning, and Hachi was waiting in the room. She was already tired of waiting, but she couldn't do much about it. His body was still weak, and trying to escape was far from his capabilities. She knew she should be lying down, but she was already tired of lying down, so at least she could remain sitting, with her gaze lost on the wall of the place and her mind absolved in her thoughts. How much I missed the heat of the day. Then, Bretta entered the room.

- Good morning. How did you spend the night? - But there was no response. Nothing new. - It seems better than the previous one. If you are so stubborn as not to listen to the doctor. -

Bretta approached with several bans, since it was vitally important to change the fabrics for new and clean ones to avoid infections. Something that Hachi hated with his soul. Even so, such a comment from the beetle was not very pleasant to him, and he did not hesitate to give her a withering look. The funniest thing was that he didn't care about Bretta.

- I've seen worse looks. Know? You're not going to intimidate me that easily. Now lie down. Let's start. -

Hachi snorted helplessly, but there was nothing he could do but follow the instructions, and his indignant face showed how little he liked this situation. What a stubborn inconsiderate person. Bretta just sighed regretfully, as she brought him a cup with a whitish liquid inside.

- No more poppies... I don't need it. -

- Are you sure? It may not be very pleasant. -

- I am a Khan of Deep Nest and the firstborn of Herrah, the beast. Pain like that is nothing to me. -

- Well... You asked for it. -

They couldn't deny it. The weaver had a very strong character, and she was already tired of drinking that infusion that left her so disoriented. Still, it may not have been the best idea he's had in a long time.

Removing the bandage was hell, even when Bretta tried to be as gentle as she could. More delicate than any other moss that treated it, but the red-hot flesh does not take pity on anything. Still, Hachi did not scream in pain, although some gestures and screams were not possible to contain. However, nothing was more painful than cleaning the wound and removing impurities with cotton. A true test of courage, which the weaver managed to overcome despite her soul. Any other being would have fainted from the pain or would have been crying right at that moment. Crystal-clear eyes were the least he could give at that moment, but feeling the new bandage cover his wound was a relieving sensation.

- Surprising... Without a doubt. -

- I am... a Khan... I must... I must be strong... like... like my sister... I must... be... strong. -

- It's okay... It's okay. Now rest a little. - He said while helping her put her to bed.

Once the weaver rested her back on the mattress, she had the luxury of sighing peacefully. His wound still hurt, but compared to what happened just a minute ago it was insignificant. Bretta had to wait a while for her to recover, and the wait was usually quite exhausting and boring. You could ask him a question, but you probably wouldn't get an answer. Just like the days before. But who knows, and maybe this time it was different.

- You mentioned that you have a sister... What is she like? -

Hachi didn't seem to want to respond. She was hesitant to do so, however, talking about Hornet was something she adored, and her emotions and constant loneliness worked against her.