Trash Of The Count's Family SicFic

The Allergy Incident

It was a quiet afternoon at the Henituse estate, and Cale couldn't have been more pleased. For once, there were no pressing matters, no schemes or conflicts to handle. The sun filtered gently through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the dining room where he sat.

His mind wandered lazily as he picked at his lunch, a variety of dishes spread out in front of him. Ron stood nearby, ever watchful, overseeing the servants. Choi Han, who had come by for a visit, sat opposite Cale, quietly eating with his usual seriousness.

Cale barely registered the unfamiliar dish set in front of him—a small bowl of colorful vegetables and sauce. He took a bite, chewing slowly. The taste was... odd. A strange bitterness mixed with a spice he couldn't place. He frowned but shrugged it off. It wasn't terrible, just different.

Then it hit.

First, there was an itch. A slight, nagging sensation in the back of his throat. Cale shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to clear it with a cough. The itch turned into a tightness, spreading up his throat, making it hard to swallow. His hand instinctively reached for his neck, feeling the swelling as panic set in.

"Ron," Cale's voice barely came out, rough and strained.

Ron's sharp eyes turned to Cale immediately. He stepped forward with a frown. "Young master-nim?"

Cale tried to respond, but his throat was closing fast, making each breath shorter, sharper. He felt his chest tighten, the air not coming fast enough. His vision swam as he clutched the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.

Choi Han was on his feet instantly, knocking his chair back in his haste. "Cale-nim! What's wrong?" His voice was panicked, his usually composed expression twisted with concern.

Ron's eyes flicked over Cale's face, immediately recognizing the symptoms. "It's an allergic reaction." His tone was calm, but his hands were already moving, grabbing a glass of water and urging Cale to take small sips. "Choi Han, get the healer. Now."

Without hesitation, Choi Han sprinted out of the room, calling for the healer as his voice echoed through the halls.

Cale struggled to breathe, each gasp more difficult than the last. His heart pounded in his chest, the edges of his vision darkening. He couldn't focus on anything except the overwhelming need for air. He could feel his body shaking, the sensation distant and terrifying.

Ron remained by his side, his hand steady on Cale's back, keeping him upright. "Young master-nim, you're going to be fine. Just breathe slowly," he said softly, his calm demeanor never wavering, even though his hand on Cale's shoulder was firm, grounding.

Cale's eyes met Ron's for a moment, the older man's steady gaze somehow cutting through the haze of panic. Cale tried to take in a breath, slow and shallow, fighting against the closing of his throat. He knew Ron wouldn't let anything happen to him. Not Ron.

But it was getting harder to keep conscious. His mind felt foggy, his body weak. He could barely hear the servants in the background, their voices distant and frantic. His chest tightened painfully as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

The door burst open, and Choi Han rushed in with the healer in tow, his face pale with worry.

The healer quickly knelt by Cale's side, pulling out a small vial from their bag. "Hold him still," they instructed, and Ron's grip on Cale tightened just slightly. The healer poured the contents of the vial into Cale's mouth, the liquid bitter but immediate in its effects.

Cale's breaths were still short and labored, but after a few agonizing moments, he felt the tightness in his throat begin to ease. His chest loosened, and air flowed more freely. The dizziness started to fade, though his body was still weak, trembling from the strain.

Ron let out a quiet breath, though his expression barely shifted. "You're alright now, young master-nim."

Choi Han knelt beside Cale, his usual calm shattered by the sight of his friend so vulnerable. "Cale-nim, are you okay? How do you feel?"

Cale leaned back against the chair, his chest still rising and falling heavily. His throat hurt, and his limbs felt like lead, but at least he could breathe again. He glanced at Ron and Choi Han, the edges of a smirk tugging at his lips. "That... was unpleasant," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Choi Han looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or scold him. "Unpleasant? Cale-nim, you nearly—" He stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm just glad you're alright."

Ron, on the other hand, was not amused. "I told the kitchen to be careful with the ingredients." His voice was cold, a sharp contrast to the worry that flickered in his eyes. "You'll need to rest now."

Cale let out a groan. "Rest, rest, rest. That's all I've been doing." He hated being stuck in bed, and the idea of more resting made him want to tear his hair out. But his body was too weak to argue.

Ron's gaze softened ever so slightly, but his tone remained stern. "You've barely avoided more serious consequences, young master-nim. Don't push your luck."

Cale closed his eyes, sighing. "Fine. I'll rest."

The healer, who had been quietly monitoring Cale's condition, finally spoke up. "He'll be fine, but keep an eye on him for the next day. His body's been through a lot."

Choi Han nodded immediately, his shoulders still tense from the earlier panic. "I'll stay with him."

Cale opened one eye, giving Choi Han a dry look. "You act like I'm on my deathbed."

Choi Han flushed slightly. "You nearly—"

"Yeah, yeah," Cale interrupted, waving a weak hand dismissively. "It's fine now."

But the seriousness of the moment hadn't left Ron or Choi Han. They remained by his side, their worry palpable. Cale sighed again, resigning himself to their hovering.

As Ron began issuing quiet orders to the servants and Choi Han settled in beside him, Cale felt the weight of exhaustion finally pull him under. His eyelids grew heavy, and despite his protests, sleep claimed him once more.

Even as he drifted off, he could feel Ron's steady presence nearby and the warmth of Choi Han's loyalty close at hand. At least with them around, he could rest knowing he was safe—even if he never got the quiet, uneventful day he so desperately craved.

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