Inko was being treated in her room by one of the nurses in the castle. She had told them not to worry about her, but to go treat the king as he was in worse shape. The nurse had just told her that the king was fine, that he was treating his own injuries much like he always did. Though that didn't sit well with Inko, he couldn't tend to all of them. After all, he had gotten hit in the back as well.

Shaking her head, the young woman saw the nurse wrapping her ankle up and told her to be careful. She didn't break or sprain her ankle but it was bruised. After that, the nurse said she would go and tend to the boy. The boy was weak from lack of food and dehydrated from what they could tell. So he would need some time to regain his strength.

The green haired woman couldn't deny that at the very least. Once the nurse had left, Inko pushed herself up on her feet. Testing her bruised ankle, it hurt a little bit but not overly so. She could at least walk so that was something to be happy about.

Smiling to herself, the young woman carefully walked out of her bedroom. Looking around, she saw that no one was around so that had to mean something. Maybe they were busy checking to make sure that the gates were locked this time around. Since she did rush out of the gates, even though it was to save the boy.

Sighing softly, the young woman walked down the hall as she made her way to the king's room. She could hear him cursing to himself. It had to be hard for him to bandage himself up, she knew that better than anyone. No one told her that he'd need help since he was used to treating himself. But, it was her job to treat his injuries no one else's.

Carefully, she knocked on the door and the sounds stopped. He almost seemed to be shuffling around in the room. Inko frowned a little before she opened the door and frowned as Toshinori's bare back was facing her while trying to shove all of his medical supplies away. Yet, it wasn't the muscles that she had seen in his back that made her pause, it was the long gashes on his skin. She could even see the ones on his arms clear as day.

"Toshinori."

He froze, slowly turning around and stared at her. His eyes shining with fear, shame and guilt. Inko couldn't help but frown a little at the man as she slowly walked into the room. Closing the door behind her as she walked over to the tall blonde man. "Sit down, I'll clean you up okay? You have everything in here right?" Seeing him nod, she pointed to the bed and he did as was told before sitting down atop of his blankets. He avoided eye contact with her.

Shaking her head, the young woman thought that he was being a child and just ignored it for now. Reaching over, she grabbed the basin of water and cloth before walking over to him. Kneeling on the floor, she calmly said "Give me your arm first. I want to start with the smaller ones."

Toshinori nodded and gave her his left arm. The gashes on his forearm wasn't too deep but still bled quite a bit. Frowning, she dipped the cloth in the water before she started to wipe at his arm.

He flinched at the touch. It made Inko wonder if she had hurt him in some way, causing her to look up at the man through her lashes and he just shook his head. As if trying to assure her that she hadn't hurt him. Frowning a little, the young woman went back to wiping his arm, being careful not to cause him any kind of pain. Smiling at her work, she set the cloth back in the water before dabbing the arm dry and wrapping it up in bandages. "That's one arm down." She said to herself and repeated the process with the other arm. Though again, like before Toshinori flinched.

She felt like she was hurting him but he just ignored it and shook his head at her. Now that she thought about it, he was being rather quiet this time. It seemed he was afraid to speak to her.

Shaking her head, the young woman stood up onto her feet once again as she lifted the basin of water as she said "I'll be right back. I'll have to get some more water for your injuries."

"There is another. Over there." Toshinori whispered, pointing to another basin of water, it was still steaming. Most likely had it that way as it would have cooled by the time he had gotten around to his larger injuries. "I'll be fine." He whispered softly.

Inko looked up at Toshinori and saw that he was trying to comfort her. Though at the same time he seemed nervous about something. What could he have to be nervous about in the first place? Blinking her eyes at him a couple times, Inko nodded her head before setting the bloodied basin down and went for the clean one before going around the other side of the bed and started to work on his back.

Seeing the gashes almost made her cry.

Tears building up in her eyes yet refusing to fall as she went to work on his back. Looking over, she saw that Toshinori dug his fingers into the blankets, clenching his hands into tight fists as his body trembled. He let out a groan as his head tilted back. His long bangs falling over his shoulders almost getting her way. Was this really hurting him? Inko frowned and tilted her head a little before she went back to wiping the gashes. She tried to be careful, not wanting to cause him anymore harm though that was easier said than done.

He kept trembling, kept shaking as if this was really starting to hurt him. "I'm sorry." Inko whispered, feeling bad for hurting him more than he should be. After all, he had risked his life to save her and that poor boy. Risking his safety just to make sure that they were safe. Peeking up at Toshinori, she just watched as the man shook his head but refused to speak. But why?

"I'll work on your chest and stomach now. After that I can bandage them." Inko whispered softly, taking the basin of water once again as she went to the other side of the bed. She peeked up at him and saw that his cheeks were a little pink. Was he starting to run a fever? "Toshinori are you okay?" asked Inko. He only nodded, his body shuddered a little as he took a deep breath through his nose.

Inko couldn't help but frown a little at that. There had to be something else wrong here. But what could it be? Was it that he was merely in pain and he was reacting to it? No, he would have been reacting to the pain as he was fighting unless he was filled with far too much adrenaline for it to affect him at the time. Now, he was in a way on his own and had to deal with the pain himself instead of allowing his instincts to take over.

The young woman couldn't help but stare at Toshinori as she saw that he opened his eyes and looked at her. The pink to his cheeks remained though not as dark as before. She just looked up at Toshinori and frowned a little at the man before tilting her head at him.

He looked nervous about something. It seemed that he was hiding something from her, did it have something to do with his last maid? That he had a problem when it came to people treating his injuries? Or was it that people had a problem with treating his injuries themselves? She had no idea, but she wanted to make sure that there is no reason for such a thing. The only thing that she seemed to have noticed was that he was trying hard not to vocalise his pain.

Tilting her head once again, the young woman felt like as if everything about this man was a mystery, and it was only getting more and more confusing as she spent time around him.

"You gonna be okay?" Inko asked, sounding almost afraid to start cleaning his injuries. If just his arms bothered him like it had before as had his back then his stomach and chest had to hurt him a lot more than he would let on. She just hoped that he wouldn't keep hiding things from her though she knew that he would tell her if he felt the need for it to be spoken about.

"Y-Yes…" Toshinori whispered softly, his voice sounding a little shaken. It seemed as if he was fighting something other than pain at the moment though, she wasn't sure what it could be. Tilting her head at him once again, the young woman dipped the water back in the basin and slowly reached over to Toshinori's chest and looked up at him through her lashes as if asking for his permission to keep going.

His nod told her everything that she needed to know as did his eyes. He was indeed nervous about further touch though she couldn't be sure if it was due to pain or that he didn't really like people touching his chest at all. That it had taken all of his strength not to yell at her or to tell her off for even daring to touch him like this.

At least, until she remembered that this was Toshinori. He never yelled at anyone, he was a kind and gentle soul for sure. Even though if given reason, he was willing to do what it took to protect others.

Taking a deep breath, the young woman started to wash away at his chest. Being careful not wanting to hurt him more than he must already be. The gashes themselves were red, angry and swollen from the attacks. She wondered if this would be enough to prevent any kind of infection. It was almost enough to make her want to cry in that moment though she knew that she couldn't do that, for she didn't want to worry the king about her own problems when he was the one who should be worried about for a change.

His breath hitched a little, causing Inko to peek up at him for a moment. His eyes were tightly shut as his hands clenched at the blankets once again. It made her wonder if she had hurt him in anyway. "Toshinori?" Inko called out to him, wanting to make sure that he was okay. His expression was still blank even though he bit at his bottom lip as if to stop himself from crying out in pain.

He opened his eyes for a moment and stared at the green haired woman. As if sensing her concern, he just gave her a small nod as if to tell her that he was okay. His body leaned back a little, his hands behind him as he tried to get himself to relax. Though, she wondered why he would need to relax when pain was a normal thing to feel while getting treated.

"Just let me know if I'm hurting you okay?" Inko said with a small frown on her face. Toshinori just nodded his head to her as he felt Inko rubbing the cloth against his chest once again. He shuddered a little from the motion before biting his lip so hard that the green haired woman thought it would start bleeding at any given moment. It bothered her that she was hurting him and he wasn't even voicing his pain in the first place.

The blonde breathed through his nose, as if to calm himself. Inko frowned a little more at that, why wasn't he telling her anything? Why wasn't he even speaking to her? It bothered her. Toshinori normally always spoke to her, and this was starting to concern her. The silence was getting painful…

"Toshinori please just say something. Anything really, I hate this silence." Inko said with a frown on her face.

Toshinori just shook his head quickly, which only made her frown a little more. Sighing softly, the young woman went back to wiping at his chest, and could only hear Toshinori groan a little. It made her peek up at him once again but he only avoided her gaze. His cheeks growing darker before he snuck a peek at her only to turn his gaze away from her once again. What was with him?

Inko looked at his well-toned chest and saw that the blood was gone. Only thing left was the gashes as they had stopped bleeding. Reaching over, the young woman dipped the cloth in the water to ring out all of the blood that had soiled the cloth. Once she was sure that the cloth was cleaned up, Inko looked up at Toshinori and saw that he was still breathing rather quickly. As if he was trying to keep up some kind of wall around him. What from she had no idea.

Looking at his stomach, she saw that it was still bleeding a bit. Most likely from all of the movements that he had been doing. Such as bending backward and forward so much during the time that had been spent cleaning him up or when he was removing his shirt.

Gulping a little, the young woman couldn't help but admire the shape that the king was in. It was easy to see that he had trained hard in order to use his sword or even his fists for that matter should he ever need to fight in hand to hand combat. Though, she couldn't picture him fighting with his fists like that.

Reaching over, the young woman started to work on his stomach, the cloth rubbing against the wounded flesh of his stomach as she felt Toshinori suck in a sharp breath as he let out a groan. Inko couldn't help but frown a little as she saw more blood seeping from the wound. "Toshinori don't flex like that. It'll only make it worse." She calmly said before wiping at his stomach once again. Much like his chest and back, it was still red and rather angry looking. Though, it seemed as if it hadn't bothered his old scars that had lined his stomach.

For that, she was thankful. There was no telling what would have happened should it have somehow reopened an old scar like that.

Peeking up at him once again, Inko saw that his eyes were still tightly shut, his lips still being chewed on as he tried to resist some kind of pain. Looking back at his stomach, Inko went to wiping it a little more, trying to take more care into it as she tilted her head a little at the man. It seemed that he was starting to shake and tremble. Inko looked back up at the man and saw that he was gritting his teeth as she worked away at his injuries.

Before she could even speak, before she could even open her mouth to utter a single word Toshinori let out a loud moan.

It wasn't a moan of pain…

It was a moan of pleasure.

Inko felt her eyes widen in shock, a dark blush forming on her cheeks. Did he get off of the pain? Did he like the feeling of pain or something along those lines? No, he couldn't have liked pain, if he did he would have acted like that while he was fighting that villain. Unless he could hide it for so long and the walls around that had crumbled around him. "Toshinori did… I mean, do you like pain?" asked Inko softly.

Toshinori's eyes shined with guilt, shame and embarrassment. He looked away before shaking his head at her. "No." He whispered softly, he sighed softly before turning his gaze back to her. His body still trembled a little from the cloth still rubbing and he let out a little moan and a mewl so to speak as Inko finished up her task. Though, he tried to grab at her hands, as if to tell her to stop but she knew that she had to finish this or he could get them infected.

"Please, stop it." Toshinori whined, causing Inko to peek up at him and saw that his face was a deep pink in colour before he looked at her. His blue eyes pleading with her to stop before she pulled her hands back and stared at the man.

"Let me at least wrap them up and you can explain to me why you… you…" God she couldn't even say it!

Toshinori looked like he wanted to argue with her about that a little more. Though, she didn't think that he would argue with her before he nodded to her request. Once she was sure that all of the blood was wiped off, the young woman started to wrap his injuries up in bandages before pushing herself up onto her feet and stared at the man. "Toshinori, is this why no one treats you anymore? Because you… moan?"

"I… I uh…" Toshinori tried to think of the words it seemed. To find the words that he would need in order to explain himself to her. Really, Inko wasn't sure if she wanted to know but at the same time, she felt like she needed to know should she keep tending to Toshinori like this.

"Do you get off of pain?" Inko said with a frown.

"No!" Toshinori all but shouted before he frowned a little. His emotions disappeared once again before he looked away. "No." He whispered before shaking his head and sighed softly. "I just have really sensitive skin. It's why I always wear so many layers, a simple touch is enough to set me off. It was taking all of my strength and will power not to… give into such instincts such as moaning from the touch." His face went redder as he looked away from the green haired woman. "Just people touching me makes me skin warm and tingly and…" He covered his face and whined a little.

Inko frowned a little, it seemed that this embarrassed him more than he let on. "It's why no one treats my injuries anymore. Why my last maid couldn't take it anymore when she would treat me." Toshinori whispered, it was a little harder for him to talk about and it had an impact on him with how no one wanted to help him.

Toshinori took a deep shuddering breath. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to be my maid anymore. I mean, it would be weird to tend to someone who moans at a simple touch. After all, who would want to be tending to their king when he would only moan as he's being treated? It'd make anyone rather awkward-"

Inko reached over and gently grabbed onto the man's large hands and pulled them away from his face as she gave him a gentle smile. "Toshi, I won't stop tending to your wounds just because of sensitive skin. It isn't like you can help that now is it?"

"I can't no…" Toshinori whispered softly, his eyes looking a little scared and almost seemed to tremble with his body.

"I won't stop seeing you, just because of this. If you're hurt, I'll keep treating you. But, if you feel like you are being overwhelmed, just let me know and I'll give you a break okay?" Inko said with a smile as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and gave him a gentle smile. "I care about you too much to let something as simple as that stop me from helping you." Inko added in a gentle whisper.

Toshinori just stared at her with wide eyes before he quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around the woman and pulled her into a hug. Inko blinked a little as she felt her face pressing up against his shoulder and reached up and gently placed a delicate hand on his back just near his spine. He shuddered at the touch. "Thank you Inko." Toshinori whispered softly.

"For what?" Asked Inko with a frown.

"For not running away. I'm… I'm just so relieved." Toshinori whispered softly as he shuddered a little. Inko couldn't help but frown a little in concern before rubbing his back, trying to be careful not to overwhelm him with touch. "Thank you Inko." He whispered, his voice sounding a little choked up.

Inko couldn't help but give the man a gentle smile as she buried her face against the man's shoulder, as he did with hers. Though, as she just held onto him, she was sure that she felt a dampness on her shoulder as the man tightened his hold over her. Inko though just figured it was a figment of her imagination. "Just rest now Toshi, just rest for now." Inko whispered gently.