Simon laid on the clinic bed with his eyes focused on the ceiling. His wound wasn't a serious one, and he would rather prefer being in his room than in this place. However, since he had saved the prince, he was getting treated specifically, but just for this once.
He had been here for an hour, and Lucian was yet to visit him. He wondered if the prince was okay, or if he was still shaken up by everything that had just happened. He wanted to leave, to be with Lucian, but these damned nurses wouldn't let him out of his room just yet.
He shifted restlessly on the clinic bed, the sterile scent of the room starting to suffocate him. His thoughts kept drifting back to the scene—the look of relief on Lucian's face, the rush of adrenaline, it had all felt so good.
He had expected Lucian to come, to sit by his side, maybe even scold him for being reckless. But an hour had passed, and the prince was nowhere to be seen.
