Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Sixteen

"Liar!"

"She's lying!"

"How can there be a female doctor in the whole of Florence? That's impossible!"

"She's lying! Seize her right now!" the angry crowd cried even more and more.

"I can prove it!" Delilah announced back at them.

Just then, someone else walked unto the stage, to whisper something in Sebastian's ears.

"Tell it to the crowd" Sebastian told the now very old, male doctor who'd just walked up the stage to whisper the news of Samara's state of health to him

With the shaking form that came with his eighty years of age, the doctor lifted his voice to announce to the crowd. "I'm incredibly sorry everyone. No further whippings would be going on today. The young lady, Samara, is in a coma"

Both Sebastian and Delilah watched the crowd gasp, yet some wicked ones amongst them, who had probably had one-on-one hateful run-ins with gypsies in the past, which had probably caused them to elicit so much hatred, still muttered "Serves her right! She thought she was immortal!"

Delilah decided at that moment to speak up once more. Because she was still furious, and she knew deep down that she couldn't truly walk away, and let that helpless lady die.

"I won't be punished on this stage today, because it was my duty as a doctor, to come to the aid of an ailing patient. I can't be held in the wrong for that. If it were a queen or a pauper, I'd do the same. I know you may not believe me, but I'm a doctor. And I can prove it." she turned to face Sebastian."Grant me access and permission to treat the young woman. I need just a couple of hours. If by tomorrow, she isn't well, then I agree to be utterly at the mercy of the people, the crowd, and serve whatever punishment is meted out to me"

Sebastian was at a loss of words from the absolute certainty painted on her features. Like she knew there'd be no other outcome. Like she could succeeded where the best doctor in Florence had failed.

Coma was a tricky situation. You couldn't make someone wake up from a coma, no matter how good your medical skills were, unless you were God. And that's even saying he believed the doctor story she'd sputtered out. He assumed it was her way of getting out of this tricky situation.

But didn't the maddening woman know that this people were out for blood? They'd hold her ransom to her words. If by tomorrow, Samara didn't wake up as she'd just fleetingly and off handedly  promised the crowd, they wouldn't just ask for a caning as recompense. No, by that time, the matter would have been to severe, grave for a caning. They would demand her very life.

Which is why it was better the delectable beauty took the caning they demanded now, not that he liked it either. Because not her beauty, not even her tears, would be able to wake Samara up from a coma.

"What is your name?" he finally walked closer to where she was, and asked her

"Not your fucking business!" she shoved right back at him

"Well young lady, it became my business the moment you walked up to my stage, to make yourself the main character of the play. Now what is your name?" he fired right back, all traces of smile leaving his face. He was tired of this shit. He had better things to do with his time.

"My name is Delilah" she finally muttered softly.

"Delilah. Good. Now, do you know what happens when you don't play God and make sure Samara wakes up by tomorrow morning, as you've so carelessly thrown out there? Because they desire your blood, alright. And you're sure as hell giving them all the means to get it. I suggest you stand in Samara's stead, and take the remainder of her caning, like the crowd wants now. Trust me, it would be worst for you tomorrow" he warned

"You've said your piece. Now it's time to say mine. How about you tell me your name Mr?" Delilah countered

"I'm Duke Sebastian Westmoreland" he replied smoothly

"Sebastian would do. Your titles mean nothing to me. Who said I put out a careless statement? You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Just grant me access to her. Just me. I need private time with her for a few hours. And I can assure you that before dawn tomorrow, or even the evening of today, the gypsy, Samara, would be on her goddamn feet!" Raven challenged, staring squarely at Sebastian

Sebastian breathed out with a sigh. There was nothing he could do for the young woman now. If she wanted to die, then he would fucking let her. And no. He wouldn't feel even a silver of regret for the delectable beauty of a woman, who would die tomorrow, before he could ever get to fully know her, woo her, into his arms. His bed.

"Very well, Delilah. You will be given private time with the patient. Three hours to be exact. To do the miracle that even the best doctors of our time cannot do. Bring back someone who already has a foothold in death. I wish you godspeed. The crowd would adjourn back here tomorrow, and decide on a verdict, pending on the success or failure of your task"

"Thank you. That's all I could ask for." and the old doctor, who'd been watching the encounter, like the rest of the crowd, proceeded to escort Delilah into the huge Gentlemen's Court, where Samara lay.

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