OUR SPOT // SkepHalo

Chapter 18

Warning: Gore, blood, mention of death, medication

Darryl returned to the castle and immediately headed straight for the infirmary. The halls had awoken, and now they bustled with servants beginning their day. But they didn't ignore the prince as they usually did. The majority stopped and stared, offering sympathetic looks. A chill ran up his spine.

Outside the infirmary, a guard stood at attention, meaning the King was still inside. He pushed the door open gingerly, and let out a surprised breath at the sight of Noa propped up on a few pillows, awake. Mega was also there, by his side this time.

As Darryl entered the room, he noticed Zelk as well, but the Head Servant was gripping onto Mega like the world was ending. The two were the extremely close, and just the thought of losing the gardener probably tore Zelk apart. Mega glanced over as the prince entered. He rolled his eyes and gestured to his friend, cracking a smile.

The chef hurried to the bedside and Noa gave a weak smile. Darryl's heart swelled, and he believed for a moment that the blonde servant had recovered, just as Zak had predicted! But the moment he joined his friends around the patient, he realized that theirs were not smiles of joy.

Noa was still bleeding.

His face was pained. His sheets were stained with blood and his bandages were no longer white. He hadn't recovered, he was getting worse. Except now, he was conscious to feel it all. A tear slipped down his pale cheek and the King put a hand on his arm. A nurse entered the room and stood idly by, looking as if she had something to say, but didn't want to interrupt.

Darryl noticed her and slowly approached. She grimaced and he knew it could only be bad news. She began, " Sir, we could not find any pain killers in our storage unit. It seems the guards in training got into a brawl and our supplies were used up."

The brunette cursed. None of the town's shops would be open early enough to stop Noa's pain before it killed him. Darryl sucked in a breath.

There was one shop that was definitely open.

Darryl grabbed a nearby sheet of paper and began writing a note. He handed it to the nurse with instructions that she would have to relay to her best messenger word for word. She left the room and the prince nodded towards his friends. " I know someone who can help."

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Clay had been highly surprised to receive a knock on his door before sunrise. No one came by so early, unless they were looking for trouble. He grabbed a nearby potion and popped the cork, careful not to inhale its noxious fumes.

He swung the door open quickly, a smile on his face and the bottle clutched behind his back. There was a man standing there with a stoic expression. " May I help you?"

" Are you Clay?"

Clay raised an eyebrow and nodded. The man mumbled and moved to get something out of his bag. The blonde noticed a knife on the man's belt and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. The man turned back to Clay and his hand shot out. In a flash, the hitman had the man by the arm and the potion under his nose.

The man's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor. A letter fluttered to the ground at Clay's feet. " Shit, I just knocked out the mailman!"

He bent down and picked up the paper. His eyes skimmed over it and he felt a rush of adrenaline coarse through his body. Darryl was requesting him at the castle! And he was asked to bring his best pain killers! Oh that would be huge for business!

As he kept reading, however, he noticed the tone of the letter was not how he originally thought it to be. The castle needed pain killers for a stab wound. That would be trickier than he'd originally thought. Internal bleeding was difficult to numb without injuring the victim further.