Morris, who was assigned to guard the treatment room, was just about to close his eyes when he heard the patient he was guarding coughing. The drowsiness that attacked him immediately disappeared and Morris rushed to call one of the healers who was probably sitting outside.
"Could you guys come inside and check it out?" he asked.
The healer who was chatting with his neighbor turned to Morris and quickly stood up. He led Morris to a patient being looked after by the man who was also injured. The patient named Cyril's cough had stopped and he was breathing normally again.
"No problem!" said the healer to Morris.
"Thank you!"
Morris looked at the healer who nodded at him and returned to his guardhouse down the hall. Morris was now the only one awake in the treatment room again.
There were several beds there, one of which belonged to Morris. However, due to his assignment, he had to stay by the side of the man who was getting Adelman's attention. He looked at Cyril who had still not regained consciousness since the end of yesterday's battle. It felt like this man would remain unconscious for the next few days.
"I'd better love myself!" muttered Morris at last.
Indeed, what could happen if he closed his eyes for just a moment until morning came. One of Adelman's messengers--which could be Clark--will be looking after Cyril like yesterday.
***
Cyril groaned from the pain that quickly overtook him the moment he opened his eyes. There are no painkillers in this world. So, Cyril couldn't hope that calling someone would help relieve the pain.
He didn't learn too much about this world while in the capital. If there were no painkillers, Cyril should have been able to consume cocaine or the mushroom of happiness. The pain numbed Cyril and he couldn't think straight. However, somehow he was sure that he could adapt to the pain he was feeling now.
Cyril closed his eyes, straining all his senses. He hoped the pain wouldn't cost him too much time. He was so aware of the plans that had been drawn up. Since it seemed Cyril couldn't pretend to be dead now, the only thing he could do now was run away.
Slowly the pulse of pain in his body began to disappear. His sudden breathing quickly became normal. He opened his eyes slowly, looking back at the dull wooden ceiling above. He wondered where it was now.
Cyril started trying to move his legs. He managed to lift his right leg, as well as his left leg. He also tried both hands and felt an attack of pain when he raised his left hand.
After a long time trying to move his limbs, now he tries to sit up. The pain again forced him to close his eyes, purse his lips tightly and growl like a wild animal giving a warning.
There are four beds in the room. He is in the middle. The one in the corner was also filled and the person sleeping there luckily didn't get woken up by Cyril's growls.
Cyril didn't find his shoes after checking under his bed. He also did not find anywhere near the sleeping person. The choice is to look for the equipment while leaving the room he suspects in this ward. Peeking out the doorway, he found two people who didn't look like knights sitting in chairs in the aisle to the right. Both fell asleep. He guessed the right way is the right way out.
With careful steps, Cyril walked towards the two men. He stopped walking when one of them moved to fix his head on the wall. As soon as he felt safe, Cyril moved again towards the path that felt right.
"I have a feeling that you are planning something by staying here. So, is this what you're planning?"
Cyril was surprised by Adelman's appearance. He was sure that when he was about to turn he had made sure every time that there was no one on that side of the aisle.
"You don't understand, Mr. Adelman."
No one will understand Cyril's explanation. Not. Even if he tells that he knows that his death destiny does exist. That what he thought only happened in novels has turned into reality for him. That everything that will happen in this place is very painful. That he was a selfish person who was suddenly here without knowing anything other than the fact of his death.
"Everyone is afraid of death, Cyril. But it doesn't make those who will live it, cowards."
Cyril laughed at that. "I am not a brave man, sir, I am a coward. From the start, I planned to run away from a fight I would not win."
"Why?" asked Adelman.
Cyril was talking to the wrong person. Adelman wasn't one to listen to Cyril and calm him down in a nice way. Adelman is a knight who is willing to die for his kingdom, to protect his borders with no memory of anything but his struggles.
"Because I love myself. I don't want to die for something I don't even know."
Cyril is a lost man. It is a fact. He didn't know anyone in this place. Even if he knew a lot of things and could change them like his feelings for Adriana.
"Looks like I won't be able to stop you by just talking!"
Adelman drew his sword suddenly.
"You won't--."
"Cyril, I will arrest you for trying to run away from duty!"