Chapter 115 An Offer (1/2)
Despite Rassa's insistance at Ebony and Aegin deciding where to go and what to do next, the two of them still turned to Rassa for his opinion. Their reasoning was that they still needed to go to a place that offered him a steady food supply.
Rassa had unhelpfully brought up the fact that as long as the two of them were well-fed, he did have a steady supply. It had effectively unsettled them, and they'd decided to head to a heavily populated area next to give Rassa plenty of choice.
Sure, they were fine with the fact that Rassa needed blood to survive. But when the point was reinforced that to him, they were food...there was just something about it that made their skin prick. Like they were the prey instead of the predator, indeed a strange feeling for humans.
When the dawn arrived the next morning, Aegin and Ebony had only settled on going south. They figured that for Rassa to truly feel comfortable - and to stop having to call him Phil - it was best to leave Eldovia altogether.
Who would have thought that without their knowledge, the opportunity to do so would fall right into their lap, and set them on the course of the rest of their VERY long lives...
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Jeremiah had been unable to sleep the night before. With the combined stressors of the attack, Ewan's death, Aaron's severe injury and the revelation that the boy Phil had saved his life, he was well and truly ready to leave Port Lovolon, but Aaron's injury complicated things.
Through the night, the doctor had been unsure whether or not the boy would pull through, but when his fever broke just after dawn and he awakened a couple of hours later, the doctor turned optimistic.
”He'll live, but he'll be bedridden for a couple of weeks and very weak for at least a month after that. A wound such as his, its honestly a miracle he survived,” the Doctor admitted.
Jeremiah sighed, realising what the Doctor was implying but needing to hear it said, ”So to move him to the ship-”
”Absolutely not,” the Doctor frowned, ”Not unless you want him to contract all manner of diseases there. I have faith in your Captaincy, Token, but a ship is a ship, not a recovery ward”.
Jeremiah sighed. He couldn't wait for Aaron to get better before they left. He needed to be on Rouke soon.
Looking at the Doctor's hard and urging stare, Jeremiah nodded, ”Very well, I hope you can take good care of him”.
”Of course,” the Doctor nodded before taking his leave, ”I'll be back this evening to change his bandages”.
Jeremiah nodded, watching as the Doctor left down the hallway of the second storey and registering Midas's approach. His First Mate had been looking after the ship in his absence, and needless to say was peeved he'd missed all the action.
”How is he?” asked Midas as he arrived.
”He'll live, but he can't travel for a while,” Jeremiah replied.
Midas's head dropped, as if he'd expected that, ”Hargreeve is arranging for the Miranda to be loaded, we should be able to sail in the afternoon. We'll pick up some more sailors on Rouke”.
Jeremiah paused for a moment, looking to the room Aaron was currently sleeping in before he turned back to Midas.