Page 135 of The Forsaken Heir
“Please,” I begged. “Just for a second.”
“Bullshit,” Rasp said. “She’s going in. Got it?”
The nurse looked at Rasp like he was dog shit smeared on the bottom of her shoe. “Sir, there is delicate healing going on. I can’t simply?—”
“Come on,” Vincent said, pushing past her. “Let’s go.”
“Now wait just one minute,” she said.
Titus nudged me toward the door, then took the nurse by the arm.
“You must understand, this is avery specialcase. We can…” His voice faded as I left him and Delphine to try and calm the nurse down.
Six healers swarmed around Aurelius. He was awake now, though he looked more exhausted than anyone I’d ever seen. Cassius stood to the side, looking on with a worried expression on his face.
“Elle.” Aurelius smiled weakly.
“Aurelius.” I lunged forward, but a healer caught my arm and hauled me back.
Rasp and Vince growled low, their eyes narrowing.
“Let her see him,” Vince said.
The healer patted the air in a calming gesture. “Let us work. I assure you, you’ll get to spend time with the prince soon. We’re almost done. Why don’t you hang back here until then? Please?”
All I wanted was to go to him. He’d slept on my lap for nearly three hours as we’d driven back, but that wasn’t the same. I wanted to talk to him, to look into his eyes, to make sure he was fine. My bodyyearnedfor him, but he needed to be healthy. Nodding, I moved to join Cassius.
Unconsciously, the old king took my hand. “My boy is strong,” he whispered. “He’s going to pull out of this just fine.”
I squeezed his hand. Aurelius continued to steal glances at me as the healers worked. He was already looking better. Most of the color had returned to his face.
“Cut off his shirt,” a healer said. “We need to see the extent of the damage.”
I gasped and put a hand to my mouth when his bare chest was revealed. Cassius’s hand tightened around mine. Bruises, cuts, and gouges crisscrossed Aurelius’s chest. Many looked old, though that was most likely from the healing Freddy’s friends had done. Whatever had happened to him, his shifter healing had yet to fully kick back in. Just the sight of the injuries made my eyes ache with unshed tears. He’d been through hell. All at the hands of my bastard of a brother.
“What did they do to him?” Cassius murmured.
The worst wounds were the angry red welts around his ankles and wrists. Those didn’t look like they’d healed at all.
“It’s Dragon’s Blood,” the healer said. “Get me a healing balm, the one with mugwort, and make sure it’s got a high concentration of wellspring magic in it.Go.”
“Animals,” Cassius hissed.
I vaguely remembered learning about Dragon’s Blood. The fibers and sap of the plant had the same effect on dragons that wolfsbane had on wolves. When we were kids, Freddy had brushed against a wolfsbane plant. That glancing touch must have felt like a wasp sting because he’d screamed and cried like crazy, and I had to carry him back to our family’s house to get help. His leg had hurt for days afterward. The thought of someone binding my wrists and legs with it nearly made me gag in horror.
Aurelius let out a low, guttural moan of relief as a healer smeared a gelatinous balm over his wrists and ankles. The red welts lessened almost instantly. It truly was amazing to watch. Wolf shifters had accelerated healing as well, but it was nowhere near as quick as what I was seeing now. And, it looked like the dragon healers were more powerful than any of the healers I’d known in the wolf shifter world.
It went on for nearly an hour until the healers deemed they’d done everything they could do. Before the lead healer left, he told us that some of the Dragon’s Blood wounds would take a day or two to heal.
“Thank you,” Cassius said, clapping the man on the shoulder. “You’ve done me a great service. I’ll find you and your team later. I want to thank all of them in person.”
The healer bowed his head. “Thank you, my lord. I’ll leave you with your son. He’ll be quite tired for the next twelve hours.We gave him a healing draught. It will expel the remnants of whatever poison he was given, but it will make him sleepy.”
With that, he left me, Cassius, Rasp, and Vince alone with Aurelius, who looked almost drunk with sleepiness.
I sat on the stool beside his bed and took his hand. Up close, the wounds on his wrists looked horrible. His coveralls had hidden them on the ride back, and it looked like someone had wrapped his arms in red-hot steel, the skin nearly blistered off.
“Hey there,” he said, brushing his thumb along the back of my hand.
