BODYGUARD/ASSASSIN AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

What? [Hm???? He nods, though. Reluctantly, maybe, but he's lucid enough to know he's in no state to be walking. Yet, anyway. Slower, this time, he moves a hand to his head, brushing some hair out of his face. His skin feels... warm, but not too much. Like it was recently damp from sweat. He must've been fighting through a fever. Not too strange, considering his injuries. Shoulder wound, side wound, burns... He does a quick mental checklist of it all. It's not great. It's not the worst he's ever been, but it's not great.] ...How... How long until I can move? [Before anything else, he has to know that.]

[agoodname]

[...are you kidding her right now

._.]

At least a week.

[enigmaster]

...Oh. [A week. That's... long. That's too long, he can't just be out of commission for an entire week...]

[agoodname]

If you don't, you'll be unable to get up for even longer. [there's a warning to her voice. Because it's getting more and more obvious that this guy's going to try and get up again as soon as possible.]

[enigmaster]

...Right. I understand. [There's really no changing the reality of this, no matter how much he wants to. It isn't the first time he's been out of commission, but there'd been other security measures then. Right now, Edward is pretty much it. And like this, unable to do the one thing he needs to, he feels utterly worthless.]

[agoodname]

[Lee huffs out a small sigh of relief] Good. You'll be up and throwing yourself into danger again in no time. [dryly, still, but softer]

[enigmaster]

Mhm... Right... [Edward... shifts, a little. He doesn't try to sit up or anything, but he carefully adjusts his pillow so that his head is angled in a way where he can keep an eye on Oswald without having to lift his head up. It's all he can do. It's not enough, but it helps.]

[agoodname]

[.....okay, yes, that's alright at least.] Good. Now get some rest, and if you feel yourself falling asleep, please don't try and fight it. I'm going to have some light soup sent up in a bit.

[enigmaster]

...Alright. Sure. [oh he's absolutely going to fight it, he has to keep an eye on Oswald. it's fine. it's FINE.] Thanks... [He just... keeps watching Oswald. It's the only thing in this room that matters to him.]

[agoodname]

You're welcome. Now get some rest. [not unkindly, and with one last look over him, Lee is going to vacate the room]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward is just... going to lie there. Watching over Oswald as best he can. Which isn't as much as he'd like. Edward's trying hard to stay awake, but he's a little bit in and out of consciousness right now. He's... He's trying.]

[agoodname]

[it takes a bit for Oswald to wake--he's always been a heavy sleeper and an even slower waker, and now is no exception. He sits up, slowly, rubbing at his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He's dressed in a pair of pajamas, and blearily pushes to his feet to shuffle over towards Edward, sitting in the chair that's been pulled up to the side of the bed. He doesn't bother to stifle a yawn, even as he glances down at Edward to see if he's awake or asleep]

[enigmaster]

[Looks like Edward has... not quite, but almost drifted off. Enough that he's not very aware that Oswald's up and awake, eyes mostly, but not entirely, closed. Someone's been trying to force himself to stay awake. And failing at it.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald blinks a bit as he notices that Edward's not entirely asleep or awake--so he's leaning forward a bit, a frown creasing his brow]

Edward?

[enigmaster]

Hm...? [Edward's eyes blink open at that and he turns his head.] Ah-- Your Highness... [He almost tries to sit up, instinctively, but he remembers himself just in time to just... shift, instead.] I didn't realize you were awake...

[agoodname]

I just woke up. [this is the most cognizant he's been so far, it seems, and Oswald's shoulders slump slightly] How are you feeling?

[enigmaster]

[The honest answer is "terrible". Or, well, sort of honest. It's complicated. He's good at blocking out a lot of this.] Ah... I'm alright, really. [because you know that doesn't sound like bullshit]

[agoodname]

[and Oswald just kind of stares at him incredulously for a moment] ....you almost died, Edward.

[enigmaster]

I've had worse.

[agoodname]

[his expression falters, then] You've had worse?! [his hands curl into fists on his knees] When did you have worse?

[enigmaster]

Not in a long time, now, but... some years back. [He frowns a little, shifting up just a little. The movement hurts, but it's not too much.] It isn't important.

[agoodname]

It isn't--of course it's important! [slkdfhs what the hell] I think I'd remember if you almost died before!

[enigmaster]

...I never really told you. I shouldn't really be telling you now, either. My apologies.

[agoodname]

[asldkfhsodihfs] I--I feel like this is something I should've known, Edward! [his voice cracks, and he's looking increasingly upset] That's--and now this happened--I thought you were going to die, and you're telling me that you've been hurt worse than that?!

[enigmaster]

[Edward stares a little bit.] ...I'm your bodyguard. I'm supposed to protect you, if you're attacked. No matter what.