QingYu: A Wuxia Tale (Going Through Reediting)

Bedridden

(Dayu's POV)

After a day of waking up I am still stuck in the Captain's bed. The poison weakened my body more than I expected. I can move but every movements still hurts, especially the wound on my back.

It is irritating me out of my mind.

I have been confined in bed before. During my training days to be a top assasin, I endured too many injuries and broken bones that being in bed recuperating became the norm.

But this, this is driving me to insanity. Being in this bed, surrounded by my enemy's things and presence. I am slowly losing grip on my patience.

And acting like the shy, sweet Dayu in front of the Captain is starting to grate on me.

"Stop moving too much," the Captain said irritably. "You are only hindering your healing process by moving constanly like a worm sprinkled with salt."

I will close my eyes, lying on my stomach, calling my control to stop myself from jumping the man and just end his miserable life. Therefore ending my misery too.

But I always remind myself that I have an ordered list of people to kill. First, General Zong. Then General Wang's family, preferably in front of him. Then when General Wang is broken, that's when I will end his suffering and put an end on mine too.

Done. Finished. The end...

This man, the Captain, is making me want to break my list and start with him.

He is always touching me. Feeling my skin, making sure the fever is not coming back. He will help me eat, drink and once, washed using a wet piece of cloth.

And at his worst, the Captain will smile at me, ruffle my hair and say that he is glad I am getting better.

He is infuriating!

He also insist on giving me the raised bed. Last night, he slept on the pallet on the ground again. Telling me to feel comfortable and sleep well on his bed. He even put the blanket on me. Tucking me like I am a small child.

Damn it! I can't wait to regain my strength to continue my plans so I can get rid of him already.

Tonight, I plan to attempt to get up, maybe stand up or at least sit down. If I can achieve that, maybe I can convince him to let me sleep on the pallet on the ground and he can have his bed back.

Right now, the Captain is outside so this is the perfect time for me to attempt my plan.

I tried getting up. My hurt shoulder started protesting after I braced my arms on the bed and push myself up.

But I did it. I am sweating by the time I got up enough to kneel on the bed. The back of my right shoulder felt like it's on fire but I ignored it. I need to stand up now.

I stretched my legs to put then down on the ground when the door of the cabin suddenly opened and the Captain entered, catching me on mid-act.

"What are you doing?"

I swallowed, "I am trying to give you your bed back, Captain."

He scowled, "Lie down again,

I shook my head, "Please help me to get up so I can vacate you bed Sir," I used my pleasing voice.

"No!" the man is stubborn. "Stay on that bed until you are well. That's an order."

"But Sir..."

"Stand down Dayu! I am ordering you..."

I close my eyes in frustration. In the end, what choice do I have? I nodded and lie down, on my stomach, again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, putting a hand gently on my head, ruffling my hair.

"Why do keep pushing yourself to leave the bed?" He asked.

"Because it is your bed. You are the Captain and I am just a servant. Yet here I am sleeping on your bed, it's soft..."

"Ah yes, my padded bed. My mother insisted on sending that here so I won't sleep on the hard pallet."

I ran a hand on the silk coverings of his bed, "What do you think it is made off?" I wondered.

"Don't know and I don't care," is the Captain's reply. "What's important is you staying there until you got well,"

He stood up to change his clothes. I averted my eyes to give him some privacy. I don't need to see his nakedness.

He crossed the room to snuff off the lights from the candles then walked to the pallet below the raised bed and lay down there.

"Captain..."

"Shut up Dayu and let's sleep. You have to rest for your body to heal. Don't worry about me, I don't miss that bed. I am a soldier. I slept in worse places than this pallet."

I turn quiet like what he ordered. My body is tired again. Proof that I am still weak. A bit of exercise in sitting up deplete my reserved energy, now I really do need rest to store more.

I have to be strong. I have a dream to achieve and a promise to fulfill.