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The physician grabbed gauze from his bag, which he had set on the floor, and began wrapping D'Artagnan's torso.
Aramis stared at the physician utterly confused. "Where's your needle? You need to close the wound before it becomes infected!"
"I know!" He screamed back. "I would if I could..." He continued, as he finished wrapping D'Artagnan's torso. "Someone or something has taken it. It's disappeared." He sighed tiredly.
"Strange." Treville commented, placing a hand on his chin deep in thought. "Aramis's kit has mysteriously disappeared as well. I wonder..." He cut himself off and walked to the cabinets, in front of the room, opening them to reveal their contents. "Hmmm." He sighed, confused. "They're all missing..."
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"You look unusually pleased with yourself today, Cardinal." King Louis mentioned, giving him a 'I'm hilarious aren't I' smile.
The Cardinal frowned. "Your mistaken." He stood. "If you'll excuse me I have some unfinished business to attend to." He bowed to the King and walked quickly toward his chambers.
As he opened the door, he found a masked figure staring back at him. The figure wore a black cloak, a hood hiding his face.
"I assume it was a success then?" The Cardinal smiled. "The boy is dead?"
"Now, Now, Now. Do you not have faith in our abilities, Cardinal?" The figure menaced, pulling off his hood to reveal his face, framed by dark, messy curls.
He smiled wide, his green eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "Go see for yourself."
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"He's dying" The physician whispered, his blue eyes crinkling.
At that moment, the door burst open and in rushed Porthos and Athos, both holding a bowl, and immediately giving it to the physician.
"What's he been poisoned with?" Aramis questioned, watching the physician take the bowl of salt and mix it into the water.
"Monkshood, or more commonly known as wolfsbane. An assassins go to poison." He stated, lifting D'Artagnan's head up, placing the salt water bowl to his lips. "Drink" he commanded.
D'Artagnan could feel the liquid stinging the back of his throat and began gagging. "Hand me the bucket now!" The physician commanded, pulling it up to D'Artagnan's face. "Let it all out."
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Milady paced around her small dimly light room. What was taking him so long?
"Have you been waiting long, Madam?"
"How did you get in here?"
The figure smiled, his green eyes crinkling, "Its a secret."
She glared at the figure, "Did you get what I asked for?"
"Yes. It's right here." he said, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to her. "If you go to this address, you'll find what your looking for. As for the other matter, my brother has taken care of it. It was nice doing business with you, Madam."
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"hup, buumg, bleeegh... mmmbuueeeeeghhh *caugh caugh cuagh*..."
"That should be enough now" the physician replies, placing D'Artagnan's head back down.
"What were you doing?!" Aramis inquires. "Making him throw up for such a length of time as that could have reopened his wound!"
"It was a necessary risk. The poison needed to be expelled."
"I know but-"
"But what!? I have cured the boy if I left him to you he would be dead!" The physician shot back. "Anyway.., the poison should be gone but if it isn't, soon his breathing will become very difficult and ragged, and he starts convulsing his death will be imminent and painful. I've done all I can its up to him now."
"Thank you doctor." Athos replies half-heartedly. "Porthos did the culprit say anything that would give us a clue to who it was?"
"Now that you mention it...he mentioned his clients wanted D'Artagnan dead not you, Athos, who we originally believed it was. He also said something about one of his clients that has a cross...and the other...you needed a heavy cloak to find...or something like that."
"The other?" Treville inquired.
"Yeah. He said two people hired him to kill D'Artagnan."
"I best be off." The physician stated. "Call me if you need me."
"Wait!" Aramis called. "What else do you know about this poison?"
"Well as I've said before its an assassin's go to poison. The plant grows in the summer and dies in the winter. That's all I know."
"Thanks for your help." Aramis calls, as the physician leaves.
"A heavy cloak and a cross... What do these things have to do with a person?"
"I'm not sure, but all that matters right now is that our brother is safe."
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AuthorsNote: Monkshood is said to cause death on open wounds; I'm not a hundred percent sure if you can survive the poison on an open wound, but for the sake of the story it can be cured.