A word that a couple of you won't like is in here. Just for warning.
Halt arrived at Will's bed and saw him tossing and turning with a high fever. He dropped onto the seat that was conveniently at the young mans bedside and smoothed some of the hair out of Will's damp face.
'I am a healer!' came a frustrated shout from the other room. A quiet voice followed after, too soft for Lady Pauline to know what was said but loud enough for her to know that it was there.
'I came here with Halt! Shouldn't that give me enough clearance! I have saved Halt's life before. I am now here to save Will's. Now get out of my bloody way!' Malcolm shouted and pushed the other (useless) healer out the way and stormed into Will's room. Upon seeing that state that Will was in he rushed to his side and started checking his new patient's vitals.
Lady Pauline walked over to Halt and dragged him from Will's side to the door, where he hung onto the frame.
'I am NOT leaving!' he stated.
'Go get rest Halt. You have done all you can for him. If anything changes I will come and get you,' Crowley said appearing in the doorway.
'When did you get here?' Halt asked him confused as to where he came from.
'Yesterday,' Crowley replied and sat in Halt's spot, only after peeling Halt's hands from the doorway.