The demon cocked his head. "Bardroy brought some, but if that is what you require then consider it done." The demon rested his hand over his chest. He was notletting the boy squirm his way out of this. He wouldn't even use the crutch, just to prove his point. All the demon had managed was remaining in a single spot, however he turned and placed the three items by his master. Just in case the boy got tired of waiting. "Do you not trustyour chef to make something edible?" He smirked, of course boy wouldn't. Bard did not have the best track record. However, he had to taunt. Is there anything else you require of me?" If his master insisted he walk all the way across the manor, he may as well get whatever else his master may want. He tried to give his leg a slight break. He wanted to at least make it to the door without hurting himself.
Curiosity got the better of the small earl and he glanced over to see the vivid eyes narrow. It was a lot nicer than the look he imagined he would receive but it didn't do much to convince him. Sebastian's words, though, were a bit better. One bite was certainly better than being forced to eat the entire bowl and the other options weren't as bad either. Again, the demon never said he had to finish what was offered as long as he consumed something. The more he thought about it, the more his stomach grew upset and a small hand rested over it. Which would be the least upsetting to his stomach? He wasn't sure but he knew which one would probably taste better on the way down.
[+blue "I still think you're being unreasonable,"] Ciel answered quietly. He was stalling for time, hoping that he might still weasel his way out of this. Reality told him that it wasn't likely. Still, in an ill state or not, he didn't want to give Sebastian an easy time either and the fact that he felt like hell amplified it. [+blue "But if you insist, I'll take the milk...if you walk down to the kitchen to get it."]
The demons russet eyes narrowed, "you humans are easily suseptible to many illnesses. The longer you refuse to take care of yourself, you raise the risk of either infection or sickness. Without proper nutrients, your body cannot protect itself. I will not let you waste away." The demon smiled, "just a bite, if you can't get it down then we will wait." The demon wasnt using the crutch at the moment, forcing his wounded leg to work. He was healing faster than he antisipated, given the weapon used. He would have to look at it closer when he could move freely. He still hoped to get his master to tellhim the truth as to what happened with the Doppleganger. However, he figured one battle at a time. His masters physical heath was more imprtant right now. After the boy attempted to eat, the butler planned to give his lord a bath. It was about time to clean and rewrap his masters injury. He held the bowl out still, "it is eather this or the milk. Or i have some Earl Grey tea, if you would rather. I will let you choose." His hand withdrew slightly. He would rather his master eat some food, but at least both the others had some sort of nutrients in them. If his master still refused.. "or we can do this the hard way."
The cold water was a godsend, it was the best thing he felt since receiving the injury. He wanted nothing more than to submerge his entire face into the bowl and stay that way if drowning wasn't a possibility. Heavy eyes closed as Sebastian worked; if the boy was still feverish afterwards then at least his face was clean now. A soft sigh fell from his chest, his frame relaxing a bit, and remained that way until the soothing motion stopped and the door was opened again.
Ciel remained in his half reclined position as he watched his breakfast being brought in, recognizing it as rather plain. He figured it was the least flavored food they had in the manor, something that wouldn't agitate the master's stomach as much and would be easy to digest. His nose wrinkled again as his stomach churned, another wave of nausea washing over him, and groaned quietly. That combined with the look he received from his butler informed him that this wasn't going to be a very pleasant breakfast.
[+blue "I said I wasn't interested in anything until lunch time,"] Ciel huffed quietly, turning his head a bit from Sebastian. He was sure that whatever look he was going to receive from this, he wouldn't want to see it.
"Only if I cannot lower your temperature myself." The demon said. He was not much a nursemaid. However, he would try. He dipped one of the clean rags into the cool bowl of water on the tray. He then wrung it out a bit and movd it to his masters face. It was a rather old technique, but maybe it would bring the boy some relief. He was careful not to get the bed or pillows wet, but allowed some water to soak his masters nightgown collar. "I have no doubt you will recover. You have been through worse." The demon did not speak much after that but remained trying to cool his masters tempwrature and keeping him company. About tea time bardroy brought some oatmeal and dry toast. Both were plain, as Sebastian was worried flavor would make his master ill. However, he was determind to get some sort of substance into his charge. There was some more warmed milk and a small thing of honey. Sebastian did not trust the chef to put the right amount in. As it was, Bard had brought two spoons. Once the chef left again, leaving the cart of food and drink in the room, the demon took a spoon and tasted the oats. The demon had given him a detailed step by step intruction. The chef would never intentionally poison Ciel, however tje demon wpuld not risk it. Not even with such a basic dish. His taste buds instantly wanted him to spit up the tasteless grit. How humans ate this was beyond him. He swallowed, it was satisfactory. He brought the bowl to his lord. He rose his eyebrow, daring the boy to refuse at least trying to eat.
Heterochromic eyes remained closed as he felt Sebastian's hand on his face, shifting a little before stilling again. He didn't care for the contact as it made him feel more warm but also knew he had no way around it. The demon would do what was necessary in order for the boy to recover whether he agreed to it or not. Preserving his life and the contract was all that mattered.
He slowly looked up at Sebastian when he spoke before dropping his gaze to the pristine tray with various items on its polished surface. Water was probably the safest bet as it had no taste to upset his stomach and perhaps the coolness of it would chill some of the fever as well. He nodded at Sebastian's request, very slowly pushing himself to sit up some. It still hurt and throbbed but not as much as before. Once he was situated, he took the water that was offered to him and took a few small drinks before setting it back down again. Once the throbbing subsided, he decided he would try again. It was difficult to focus on more than one thing at a time.
[+blue "You're not going to call the doctor again, are you?"] Ciel asked quietly, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought, the boy liking doctors just as much as he liked everyone else.
The butler muttered something else and the chef shuffled off. Sebastian turned to his master and approched him. He removed his right glove and touched his masters face. His face remained expressionless. He rested the back of his hand on his masters forehead. "You seemed to have a slight fever." The demon murrmured softly. He withdrew and put his glove back on as he heard footsteps down the hall.
Bardroy soon entered with a tray of items. "You know, if you wamt to go get some rest-"
"I am fine, Bard." The butler took the tray, balancing it on his palm. He shooed the chef away before closing the door and returning to his master. Just because his limb was not working did not mean he was going to let someone else guard the slate haired boy. "Young master, might we try to get some water in you at least? Dehydration will only do more harm than good." He glanced at the clock. 3 hours until the normal morning tea time.
Ciel remained motionless with his eyes shut tightly in his half-sitting half-reclining position for a while. He was waiting for some of the pain to lessen before moving again while fully regretting his decision to move. Lying flat for so long had led him to believe that his side was recovering quite well and caused him to forget how badly he was injured. Once the pain had died to a somewhat tolerable throb, he dropped back down onto his back and lightly rested his hand over the injury.
He wasn't sure what answer to give his cook. Hungry wasn't something Ciel would describe himself as, though he had to admit that his upset stomach could partly be from his unintentional hunger strike. The thought of food made him nauseous. The boy didn't want to pass on breakfast due to his butler's threat earlier but he wasn't really looking forward to breakfast. He also didn't want the food to go to waste, either.
[+blue "I'll try some soup later today,"] Ciel answered painfully, keeping his eyes closed. His hand moved from his aching side to push the blankets further from his frame, finding them uncomfortably warm. [+blue "No more morphine, either. I don't like how it makes me feel."]
The demon had sat with his master through the night. It was early morning when someone knocked. Bardroys voice could be heard. "I was just wonderin if Master Ciel was feeling up to something for breakfast?" The chef had to have been extremely concerned for their employer. He was up earlier than usual, the sun wasn't even up all the way yet. While the chef spoke, the butler had made his way to the door. Sitting all night seemed to have done his leg some good, as his gait was smoother than the night before. Hopefully in another couple hours he could stop using the crutches. Chef rose his eyebrow, but did not comment on the butlers rapid recovery. The injury had been bad, but they all knew the households butler was just as unusual as they were. Of course, they all asumed their master had dragged him out of some personal hell, whenit was in fact the other way around. The demon was going to give his master until his usual breakfast time to gain an appitite. However, the boy was still warm. His master was never one to enjoy being fussed over, however the demon could tell how uncomfortable the boy really was. In a low tone, he asked the chef to bring him both a glass and a bowl of cold water. With a clean cloth. If the demon could not cool his master by the time of normal morning tea, he was call the doctor back. The time of silence made the demon lose himself in his own mind, due to boredom. It resulted in a memory from a long, long time ago. He decided to mimick the mystery person in his memory. He knew who it was of course, but had long forgotten their apperance. The chef waited, hoping for an answer from their small master.
He closed his eyes briefly at the breeze that blew into the room and over his small form, feeling faintly better now that he had cool, fresh air. He still felt as if he were nearing death's doorstep but his stomach ache had lessened some and he didn't feel as if he were on fire.
Ciel adjusted the blankets again, looking over just in enough time to see Sebastian perform one of his little tricks. He used to be surprised by them when they first met, the demon relying on these to break the ice. Ciel never said anything about them even when he was mesmerized believing his butler to have a big enough head already. No need to inflate his ego. Now, he believed Sebastian did it either to get some sort of rise out of his charge or to relieve boredom. Even injured, Ciel wasn't about to give the demon what he wanted.
He lay still for most of their time together, drifting in and out of sleep until the sun rose again. A soft knock at the door announced one of the servants, Ciel exhaling deeply and began to push himself to sit up a little. Despite Sebastian's efforts, it still hurt some and caused Ciel to freeze immediately in order to allow the pain to die some.
[+blue "What...what is it?"] he answered quietly but a bit painfully. Trying to sit was incredibly stupid.
The demon flicked his finger, without saying anything, and the window opened. The demon was still studying his master. "Rest, sir. If your body temerature rises any further I will be forced to summon the doctor again." The demon softened his tone a bit. He was just trying to gat a reation, but his masters behaivior was beinging to worry him. The request sounded more like a question rather than an instruction. The butler seemed thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head. His treatment would help precent an infection, however it did not garantee no infection. As it was, the demon went through his medical knowledge on humans. It was not overly extensive. That was a downside to having a stronger healing ability. Humans were truly fragile cretures. Hecould crush a humans skull as easy as one would a grape. The demon reached forward, his hand decending on the cup of milk from above. His fingers barely touched the rim of the glass before his whole hand quickly moved straight down. The glass disappeared as his hand lowered. He withdrew from the now empty spot. He was always one to show off, and loved the attention he recived. Though, his master had long been immune to his little tricks. Now that he thought about it, his master had never appeared impressed by his different abilities.
Ciel let his eyes fall close for a few moments, slowly pulling some of the blanket up to cover his waist. He felt uncomfortably warm but didn't like not having the blanket over at least part of him. No matter what position he lay in he found it hard to stay that way for long and needed to move due to strain or warmth. Was this part of what it felt like to be dying?
After hearing Sebastian speak again, he looked over in enough time to see the demon drop the crutch at his side. He seemed annoyed whenever he needed to use it, either not comfortable with how it felt or not used to using it at all. Crutches were rather difficult to get the hang of and once you did, they were no longer needed. Hopefully Sebastian would heal quickly and he wouldn't need them for very long.
Slowly Ciel curled up a bit, keeping a tired gaze on Sebastian. He found this to be his last resort of slaying boredom; he had no concentration for a book nor anything else complicated. The demon seemed to be just enough to hold his attention.
[+blue "Will you....open the window?"] he asked quietly. He knew it was a task Sebastian didn't need to get up to do, especially since they were the only two present. He just wanted to see if it would take some of the heat away.
"It is hard to tell. You humans never heal at the same rate. However, until that casing falls off, you wont have to worry about tearing these stitches. It also works as a barrier. So, unless it is out right hit, you should feel little pain from external sourses." The demon lurched as gracefully as he could back to his chair. He had his master acting somewhat normal, and wanted to encourage a lighter mood. He had delt with his masters depression before. It was always frustrating because he did not understand it. Demons did things that made them happy, no mayyer what it was. He had heard of demons getting depressed, but they were killed for being weak. As such, he veiwed such things as extreme weakness. He hated it when his master let himself become so undignified. "You know, for how sensitive you humans are... your medical contraptions are quite ackward..." he said, putting the thing aside.
Ciel had closed his eyes for most of Sebastian's work, still having difficulty keeping them open for long periods of time. He became tired so quickly but found it hard to sleep. Most of the time when that occurred he would simply lie still and wait for the drowsiness to pass. That and his still motion made Finny believe he was sleeping most of the time.
Once Sebastian had finished, a small hand reached up to lightly touch the wound for a moment before his hand dropped at his side again. He was aware of how pathetic he looked and hated his staff seeing him this way and gaining their sympathy. The only exception to this was Sebastian. The demon had laid eyes on him in a much worse state than this. How he looked now to the demon wasn't an issue.
[+blue "How long...will it take..?"] Ciel asked quietly. He was curious about the state of the injury and how long he would resemble and invalid. Slowly he shifted again, trying to pull the nightshirt back down and gave up after a few attempts.
[+blue "Did Finny....open the window like...I asked him to?"]
The demon studied the injury, he could tell he was lucky to be alive. He grimanced, if she hadn't hit him, he may have actually lost his meal. He found it funny, in a twisted and demented sort of way. Shadows suddenly enveloped ciel, gently. It was not the first time the young human had felt or even been influenced by the dark tendrils his butler controlled. However, it was usually rough or painful. This time they were gentle. Caring, even. The demon inspected the injury his way, but was quick about it. Some of the shadow encouraged the boy to look away, gently forcing the head to turn. There were bits of shadow holding his master, to prevent him from moving suddenly and injurying himself further. The darkness supported the small body to remain comfortable. After a moment the boy could feel an odd prickling semsation along the stitches. The shadows receaded and layed the boy back in his origonal position. "That should prevent you from opening your wound in your sleep." He couldn't have his master bleed out all because he flipped over. There was now a thin, clear and hard casing around the slice.
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