Chapter 11 Bad to Worse
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Undertaker skidded to a halt, just barely avoiding a collision with William. He growled in annoyance and held Grell tighter to his chest, earning himself a pained moan. The raven haired Reaper in front of him simply sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "I see that Sutcliff has gotten himself into trouble once more. I'll be right back."
William turned on his heel and marched the rest of the way down the hall until the hall opened up into another lobby. The infirmary was centered away from the rest of the dispatch and library in order to avoid the normal hustle and bustle of the Reaper Realm as the Shinigami went about their business. Although, it was quite a hassle to navigate the hallways and turning corners almost every five seconds to get here but William still said that quiet was much needed in the recovery process.
Undertaker watched Will walk away for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to Grell. He tried to etch the red head's face into memory, knowing that William was going to go get help and that as soon as help arrived that the red head and he would be separated. His efforts were in vain for as he gazed down at Grell he realized that Grell did not look like his real self, but only looked sick and weak.
The elder Reaper felt a sense of failure weigh on his heart and the way his shoulders slumped only proved that, his normally brilliant green gold eyes dimming to show his sadness and sense of failure. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against Grell's forehead sweetly. "I promise that I'll be there when you awaken…"
Grell twitched slightly in response, his fingers curling in Undertaker's robes and then relaxing. Undertaker smiled at the response and felt someone tap him lightly on the shoulder. He looked to his right, his actions slow and calm, none of his previous aggression in the action. Ron was standing beside him on his right, the young bicolor haired Reaper looking down at Grell nervously.
Ron slowly lifted one black gloved hand and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, lifting his head to look up at Undertaker. His gaze connected with the area of the silver bangs that he figured was where Undertaker's eyes were. "What happened to him, Sir?" His voice was soft and there was a respectful tone to it, his fear of another violent reaction apparent.
Undertaker's emotionless look faded and a sad smile appeared on his face as he tried to reassure the younger Shinigami. "He was poisoned, but he'll be alright now." He offered Ron an even more convincing smile, watching happily as Ron returned the smile, the fear and worry starting to fade from the bicolored Shinigami's heart.
Ron smiled down at Grell, his voice soft as he whispered reassuring things to the red head, offering his own form of comfort even if it wasn't as intimate as Undertaker's. Undertaker lifted his head as his head as he heard footsteps coming down the hall and was met with the sight of William leading what appeared to be almost all of the Medical Team down the hall.
Two of the Medical staff carried what appeared to be a stretcher and Undertaker frowned slightly, realizing that they didn't know what was wrong with Grell and another thought occurred to the older Shinigami. 'I'm covered in blood and because of that they might want to look me over…'
William sighed and stopped in front of the trio, an annoyed look in his eyes. He stood stiff as a board as the Medical Team walked around him, lowering the stretcher as they stopped beside Undertaker, looking to the red head in his arms.
Ron immediately backed away and watched sadly, tears slowly falling from his eyes. William looked to Undertaker, taking in the silver haired man's appearance with a cold and calculating gleam in his green gold eyes.
One of the Medical staff members reached out to take Grell from Undertaker but immediately received an angered hiss in answer. The silver haired Shinigami held Grell tight to his chest in a protective manner but earned himself a squeak of pain from Grell. With a dejected sigh he stepped forwards and set the red Shinigami down on the stretcher, making sure that the red head was as comfortable as possible. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on Grell's lips, earning himself shocked gasps from several members of the medical staff. "I promise that I'll be by your side when you wake up…"
William watched as Undertaker drew away, surprised by his apparent fondness of the red head, but he didn't allow the shock to show through on his face. The medical staff bustled past, groans of protest escaping their lips as they carried the stretcher with Grell on it away. One lone staff member walked up to Undertaker, a question bubbling up on her lips. "Undertaker, sir, do you know what is wrong with him? Anything you say could be of great aid…"
Undertaker looked to the black haired woman, a frown apparent on his face as he had been watching them carry Grell off. "He drank tea that had been poisoned. He's received two does of it; I do believe you can figure out the rest."
The woman bowed and scurried off behind the rest of the staff members that were carrying Grell. Undertaker sighed and turned his attention away from the sight, finding to his annoyance that two staff member were lingering. Ron smiled slightly, hoping to lighten up Undertaker's dark mood.
His voice was soft, hoping not to tick Undertaker off once more. "You're covered in blood; you're probably hurt so it might be smart to let them check ya over." William nodded slightly in agreement and adjusted his glasses before speaking. "That, Mr. Knox, brings me to my next concern. Why exactly are you covered in blood, Undertaker?"
William looked expectantly to the silver haired legend, which was at the moment emotionless and lost in his own thoughts. Undertaker was trying to decide if he should or shouldn't tell them the lie that he had previously thought up, but in the end he decided that he couldn't leave Grell alone.
Undertaker lifted his head, his eyes slightly visible as his bangs parted a little at the sudden movement. He stared at William for a few seconds before answering, his voice low and dangerous, hoping that Will would think he was thinking about the past. "There was a demon attack. I heard Grell struggling and decided to save him. Although, you won't find a single mark on him, as I protected him from all the danger." Undertaker winced slightly as he realized that Grell was always keen on a fight, meaning that that part of the lie was rather out of the norm.
William's eyes narrowed and he sighed in annoyance, his fist clenching by his side. "Those wretched… You must have been hurt, given all the blood that is on your clothes. But, if I may ask, how was Grell poisoned? He has been gone for three days now…"
Undertaker felt frustration begin to boil in his blood, but he offered a small smile. "After the fight I took Grell back to my shop as it was raining at the time. I offered him a cup, he drank it and ended up poisoned. Due to the busyness I didn't have time to wash my clothes or take a bath."
Ron frowned as he listened, having encountered a few demons out in the field himself and knowing that they were becoming a problem and at an alarming rate. William sighed and looked to the remaining two Medical staff members. "Go retrieve bandages and gauze and see to his wounds. I'm going to go check up on Sutcliff."
William turned on his heel and walked down the hall once more, the staff members following him. Ron frowned and sighed, looking at his watch before looking to Undertaker. "I hafta get to work now. I'll check on ya later, kay?" Undertaker nodded and Ron walked down the opposite end on the hallway, heading back to the library lobby.
Undertaker glanced around and sighed in relief as he saw that no one else was around. He leaned himself against smooth white tile wall, reaching up the first layer of his clothing which was his robe. He had realized that he had no wounds to treat and that would be found as suspicious. He didn't need them seeing through the lie as soon as he told it.
He carefully pressed his long dark nails against the cloth of his black coat and his white shirt underneath the layer of his robes, these two layers tight on his arm. Wincing, he pressed down suddenly and forcefully, dragging his nails across and tearing through the clothing and tearing through his flesh. The faint smell of his blood hit him and blood pooled from the tears in his arm. He made a similar wound near that set and did the same to his other arm, making one wound instead of two this time.
He winced at the pain he felt but continued to work on making himself look like he had been fighting a demon. Spreading his hand wide he tore through the fabric on his chest, having to slice his nails across once more to tear through this flesh of his chest. His gasped slightly, feeling more pain than he had when he created the wounds on his arms.
He was about to place his nails against his cheek when he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly drew his hand away and wiped the blood off his nails on his black robes, smiling as the Medical Staff members appeared once more. A young blonde haired man pointed down the hall. "Can you come with us? We have a room s-"
Undertaker interrupted the young man, a smile on his face as he spoke. "My injuries are nowhere near that serious. You can fix me up right here and I'll be just fine." The two staff members nodded and got to work, removing layers from Undertaker's upper half and bandaging it up as William rejoined the group.
Undertaker looked up as the raven haired man adjusted his glasses, an annoyed look on his face. "They are narrowing the list of poisons down and they have pretty much a good idea to what poison was used. My only concern now is why there was poison in the first place?"
The silver haired Reaper sighed as the staff members finished up and retreated, leaving Undertaker to button up his layers. "That, I don't know… It could have always been-" William interrupted him, an angered look on his face. "No, it was not and I refuse to think otherwise. That, my friend, was over long ago."
Undertaker sighed and finished knotting his grey sash back at his hips. "Alright, I will forget that idea for now. Now, I wish to know something myself. What about these 'demon attacks'?"
William sighed and turned on his heel. "Follow me; there is something that I wish to show you." Undertaker slowly followed, finding that they were traveling back down the hall that Undertaker had come from earlier. They were headed away from the infirmary and back towards the lobby.
Undertaker fidgeted slightly as they headed towards the lobby, clearly not liking the distance that was being put between him and Grell. William didn't seem to care however and just kept leading him through.
The silver haired Reaper began to feel exhaustion surface and he realized that he hadn't slept for three days and he hadn't eaten either. Feeling his necessities start to weigh on his mind he began to feel impatient for this to be over with so that not only could he return to Grell's side but get some rest and find something to eat.
Will led them back into the lobby and past the statue of Undertaker, which the silver haired Reaper tried to ignore, never having liked the replica of himself. They walked up the stairs and into what was an office which clearly belonged to William.
Will shut the door as Undertaker entered behind him, a serious look on his face. "Now, the demon attacks…"
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