But he recalled, faintly, the presence of two people. As he recalled that, he was hit by a different sort of pain from what he'd felt before. This was not physical pain. This was a wave of embarrassment.
"No…" Oliver croaked. "Seriously..?"
From the state of his letters, he'd been found, dying as he was. He'd been found weak, and some benevolent third party had reached out to help him. What could be more embarrassing than that?
From the sound of the letter, and from the state of Oliver's memory, they'd likely carried him back to his room, and then tended to him. Absolute strangers, to see Oliver at his weakest, and most vulnerable. A state that he'd even hoped to hide from his retainers, and now instead it was an absolute stranger that held onto that fact.
He groaned miserably, as he fell onto his bed. "This is the worst…"
