Fate/stay night: holLow wORlD

Chapter 2: The Jester I

A small laundry hamper filled with blood stained towels sat a few meters from a bed. It was not just the towels that were drenched in blood, but Mordred's hands as she had tended to her Master best she could.

The emerald eyes of the Saber traced the sleeping form of her Master, as after all of the work she did, it did not matter.

Her Master's severe wound which should have surely killed him, did not. (F/n)'s wounds healed up at an unfathomable pace. The Saber's thoughts ran wild with explanations for such a process, her mother taught much at a young age regarding the nature magecraft but the potency required for such healing was left to the Fey Realm, and only a select few within. Perhaps Morden Magecraft had reached such a level, but Mordred did not consider that possibility as the nature of her Master's healing felt oddly too similar, like she had seen it before.

The whole incident was a shit show. Mordred had quickly and without word grabbed her dying Master believing in the worse.

Berserker was aiming to kill the amber haired Master but in (F/n)'s stupidity, he took the blow! It made Mordred so angry yet relieved as it mean her insufferable would have left the grail prematurely without much fight.

Mordred squeezed her blood soaked fists together as she sat beside her Master's bed. Every ounce of her body just ready to bash his skull in but that would not benefit her at all. Mordred needed a master to fight in the Grail War to achieve her goal, and so far, (F/n) provided a great supply of mana.

A sigh leaving Mordred's lips, she washed the blood from her hands in the small hallway kitcken.

(F/n) slowly came to his senses and violently coughed. His hand holding his chest tightly while he grabbed the bed beneath him.

Mordred came over to her Master making sure he stayed still. Luckily, she had some basic knowledge in medical treatment believe it or not. That knowledge could be lended to a certain silver haired knight's teaching.

(F/n)'s coughing died down as his eyes soon met the emerald gaze of his servant.

"You've been out for a few hours. " Mordred informed her Master as the tone of her voice was of indifference.

(F/n) stunned it was only a couple of hours, the extreme pain and shock that went through his system when he took the blow from Berserker, it couldn't be described.

"You know Master," Mordred crossed her arms, "I shall make one thing clear, that stunt you pulled, had to be the stupidest shit I have ever seen."

"Mordred--"

"Quiet." Mordred growled as (F/n)'s expression lightened slowly as he stared at the visible frustration exuding from his servant. "I shall something clear. Whether or not that amber haired boy was your friend, you should have let him been torn apart by Berserker. Sooner or later, you will be at the throats and mercy of every other servant and Master in this war, and I'd be damned to have you throwing your life away just to protect another Master no less. I have a personal stake in this war just as you should as well, don't throw away our chance of victory."

"...Im sorry..." (F/n) replied and laid back as the relationship between them could be the deciding factor for any shot at the grail.

"Then we are in an understanding." Mordred stood up while picking up the laundry hamper, "Its raining for awhile, and your wounds closed themselves. I'll keep an eye out for threats while you recover." With that, Mordred left her Master's side while carrying the hamper filled with blood soaked towels.

A silence settled in the apartment as (F/n) heard the light patter of rain against the window.

The rain continued to softly beat against the window for the remainder of the night. Not a single servant nor possible threat reached Mordred's eyes while she stayed on watch. The rest of the night continuing without worry leaving the Master and Servant to their own devices.