Like A Black Rose. {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

Chapter 13- The calm before the Storm.

Chapter 13- The calm before the Storm. 

 

I ran faster than Usain Bolt on steroids.

I ran for my life and for him.

At that moment, nothing else mattered to me except his health.

I ran, forgetting Anna’s problems and forgetting my problems.

He waited there, in the garden for me.

He waited in the dark for me and got stung because of me.

It was because of my selfish mission to ignore him.

My heels were clacking on the marble ground.

I opened the door he was supposed to be in.

Brianna was weeping, clutching Chris’ hand.

“Why isn’t the doctor coming?” A rich baritone yelled, which caused all the servants to shiver in place.

He was the emperor. He was trembling; not in anger, but fear as to what would happen if his only son died.

I came near him.

“May I, your highness?” I whispered.

The king looked at me in delight. Fake delight. Who could possibly be delighted when his only son was lying unconscious? “Diana, my child. I’m so sorry to meet you under these consequences.” He said.

“No, your highness, I can treat him; till the doctor comes, of course. I have learnt this a long time ago.” I said.

“You may.” He said and sat on the seat with a defeated sigh.

“Anthony, the doctor is on his way.” An obnoxious voice said.

Behind that fake concern, I could see the smile threatening to creep on her lips.

This woman was evil, I concluded.           

Thankfully, there was a cloth tied up above the affected area.

I put a damp cloth on his forehead a he was burning up.

The pulse was slightly above the normal rate.

He suddenly began panting.

He was having difficulty in breathing.

Sweating and salivating.

“I’m sorry your highness, I was late.” The doctor’s voice came from the doorway.

I stood up and gave him my place to seat.

He asked us to go out and stand for a while.

I was pacing.

Walk straight, turn, walk straight, turn.

The doctor came out of the door, running hands through his non-existent hair.

The king ran towards him. “How is my little guy? I can’t lose another child within two years.” He said.

I bit my tongue in order to ask him a question.

I did not want to come off as desperate.

“Your highness, the butler did a clever job in tying a cloth above the affected area. He might be unconscious. He needs someone beside him throughout the day. He might feel nauseated. The poison will come out only if he vomits. If he doesn’t within 24 hours, do contact me. These are the medicines. Give him on time.” He said.