A/N: To fellow roleplayers this may veer off from the rp. Just warning y'all.
Guy awoke suddenly with a jolt of pain tries to sit up and the sheriff's hand places him back down. "I thought... you were the physician..." he groaned.
"Oh no no no dear boy, he left you an hour ago to collect herbs or something." The sheriff's toothy grin made Gisbourne feel uneasy. The Sheriff sighed and walked to the other side of the room and Gisbourne sudden let out a howl and then he panted breathlessly and moaned a tad bit as he tried to prop himself up.
"He said to give you this for the pain." He held up a goblet and handed it to him.
"Why are you helping me?" Gisbourne rattled.
"Then this-he held another flask of an amber substance up-you need a syringe to have and four times a day to protect the body from infection. Looks like some new style of medicine." Vaisey said avoiding his question.
"Why do you seem so bothered by me wanting to just cease to be..." he took another approach and inwardly winced.
"Because you are my man at arms and you have been more loyal to me than any other man before you so I'd be a bit more depressed if you left this world." Vaisey said almost incoherently.
"But milord I am not-" Gisbourne started.
"How so, have we some secrets Gizzy?" he teased.
"I just wish for death, my heart shouldn't be allowed a kindness." Guy mumbled.
"Stop wallowing in your self-pity Gisbourne, it is really unnerving at first but now it is just annoying." Vaisey lightly placed his right hand onto Gisbourne wounded chest causing him to bark out,
"Don't rob me of my hate⦠It's all I have!" this caused the Sheriff to lift his hands in air.
"You know something Gisbourne you need to grow up. I gave you life now you better the hell use it." Vaisey groused.
