Chapter 126 CHAPTER 126
FLORIAN'S POV
My body thrummed with pain.
I smiled.
It was doing exactly what I needed it to do.
It's been a while since I was brought here, the special facility where the King kept all his pets from different worlds and Faes captured during the war.
It was more a prison than a lab and one could hear grunts of pain all over. People being tested over and over again.
What he was searching for, I have no idea.
“Hmm,” I groaned as the effect of the injection hit again, deeper now.
“Are you sure he'll survive this?”
The voice of the man who held my leash made me turn my sweaty neck to the other side of the glass case I was locked in.
“He will, My King. He's built a high resistance that no one else has. He's the perfect test subject for this.”
“Fine. Increase the impact. I want to see how much he can take before he breaks.”
For a fraction of a second, I'd felt like he gave a crap about me but then he quickly reminded me what I am.
A test toy.
I'm no different from the syringe in the doctor’s hand; I'm just one of the tools that allows us to keep having an upper hand in the war, and honestly, I don't begrudge him for it.
Someone needs to be the bad guy for us to keep winning.
The engineers who built this facility were very safety cautious so where I'm encased in has tiny holes at my pulse points, even under my ass where injections can be passed through.
On top of my head was a mess of tubes all sending different liquids into different parts of my body as well.
In other words, he wasn't going to come any closer to me.
Who knows if this is contagious? The King would definitely be happy if that were the case. The disease decimating our lower lands is definitely from the Faes, he won't believe it but there's no other explanation for such evil. My blood is being used at the moment to replicate vaccines which is another testament to the fact but the King cannot accept that they've gained access into our kingdom and they've learned to adapt and pretend to be Dragon kin.
He's scared, if people know this, it'll mark him a failure and panic will set in. His crown will suffer.
His son isn't mature enough to be half the King he is yet so he might as well be walking off his dragon by admitting the truth.
The doctor walked back after pushing the red liquid into my blood stream and at first, I didn't feel any more pain than I was already in.
In fact, the memories and pain I was trying to suppress, the one caused by her packing and leaving with no explanation whatsoever, was beginning to float back to my conscious.
But to my relief, the injection hit, and my body rose off the iron pallet I was lying on, and fell hard again.
It felt like a needle was passing from my nose to the top of my head.
My stomach joined, like acid was escaping from every sac in the body part and my chest…
“Is he dying?” The king barked.
“No your Highness, his dragon side will heal him. I think.”
“You think?! Where do you want to find another like him Marlon?!”
“Let me give him the antidote, I'm sorry Your Majesty.”
“No!” I screamed, I needed this pain.
It was the only thing my mind focused on, it made sense, I understood it.
It's been my friend forever and every week, we sit with each other and it's become a part of me.
Maybe I need to stop running from the pain, it's proven to want me, something no one else has been able to.
“It's Killing you Florian,” the doctor snapped.
“It won't, I can… fight… it.”
“And what if it damages something in your body? Your connection to your dragon?”
“Don't listen to the fool Marlon. Give him the fucking antidote. I've seen what I need.”
“But your Majesty,” I begged, “I can –”
“Knock him out. The pain is making him delirious.”
But he's wrong, I'm delirious, yes but it's not the pain. The pain is grounding me, the pain is my friend, the pain chose me after I poured out my soul to it.
Unlike Alira who burrowed herself so deep in my soul that no antidote could pull her out.
I want to hate her, I should for abandoning me and going with Zade to somewhere without pain, without war, with the freedom to live their lives as they choose with no King holding a leash to his neck but no.
I can't hate her.
I love Alira but she doesn't want me.
The sharp pain from the injection lasted only a second and soon, my mind fogged over, the pain stopped but silence and darkness replaced it.
Hopefully I don't dream about her beautiful face again.
I woke up to my personal healer cleaning my body.
Not unusual during times of war but weird right now as I wasn't bloodied or particularly dirty.
“Hazel.”
“Oh you're awake,” she brightened up as usual, “you were passed out for three days. The king is very concerned.”
“I'm fine now,” I grunted, turning to sit up.
“Let me finish cleaning you up and then we can go to my sister's pool.”
“I can take myself to Eruwan. Go back to whatever you need doing, I'm fine.”
“Why won't you let me help you? It's my job.”
I took a deep breath, trying very much not to crash out but everything was overwhelming and I couldn't add one more insanity to it all.
“Hazel, drop that cloth, take the dirty water and throw it away, then leave this facility. Go home.”
“This is one thing about you that makes everyone look at me like I'm a failure. You're a halfling and you should be grateful I even want to help.”
“Do you?”
“What?”
“Do you want to heal my body Hazel or you want to fuck it?”
“How can you say that?”
“I’m tired of you high born women treating my body like a hill to be climbed. They're not mocking you for being assigned to a half-breed, they're mocking you for not fucking me. I have ears, I listen. You've been trying for years, I've told you no, we must maintain a professional relationship because I'm not a hill you want to climb. So why do I wake up with your hand in my underwear?”
“I was just trying –”
“Get out before I make you!”
Her feet quickly rushed out, leaving me to my thoughts once more.