Arima Kousei, son of Prince John, was abducted by White Flag Syndicate to become a sex slave. Three months later, he was immediately rescued by the Japanese Police. Even so, recovering from the trauma he received, coupled with having been diagnosed...
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Arima Kousei POV:
I vomited a lot of acids at home after I regained my composure and a bit of strength. I felt so helpless and I couldn't even eat any food for a week. I always throw them up if I do dare try eating. What's wrong with me?
"Are you alright, Kousei?" Dad asked me after he rushed beside me.
I sat down beside the bathtub and that's when I truly felt so sick. I'm cold and I became aware that there were a lot of rashes and blue bruises scattered all over my body. I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep inside the bathroom again.
He carried me out and laid me back on my bed. As he's a doctor and a businessman, he knew he can take care of me at home. He always gave me my pain meds and get me hydrated using an IV bag filled with medicated water. As he was checking my own breathing, I heard him whimper and groan in anger.
"John, it's not your fault why he can't get out of your house," Seto Hiroko told him. "Give him your bloody surname, too! He deserves it!"
"Of course! I'm processing it. I'll be bringing him in London but he's still in trauma, Seto- san," he replied to her. "What's worse was that he's sick! I can't believe he'll be this sick."
"Dad, I'm going to be fine soon," I spoke weakly. "It's never going to be your fault why I'm still sick."
"We'll control your sickness, Kousei. I promise to save you," he told me. "I can't cure you as your sickness doesn't have any magical cure."
"What do I have, father?" I asked him. "Please, tell me what ails me..."
"You have cancer... I believe you have Child Leukemia," he informed me as tears rolled off his eyes. "I hope I'm wrong as that's going to be painful for the both of us."
Now, I understand why no one actually made love with me for weeks. My father hugged me tight to calm me when I began wailing. I was grateful he didn't hide the truth so that I would be able to accept it easily. It also bothered me that I was looking for someone to play with my body. I truthfully adapted to the lifestyle my abductors introduced to me.
"I had it while I was kidnapped and when I was a paid whore, am I correct, dad?" I asked him. "Will I be able to be cured?"
"Sadly, that's the truth. You had it while you were in their custody but I hope I am wrong." Dad had kept me wrapped up under his arms to help me calm down. His warmth had allowed me to feel that I wasn't alone. "Tomorrow, I'll be bringing you to your grandfather's hospital. I'll do my best to cure you."
"Thanks, Dad," I told him as I go back to sleep. I'm still too weak, after all.
"He'll be fine," Hiroko cried out. "I'm sure he will."
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