A/N: I noticed as I was writing this that I was say eyes though Deidara covers one of them. So I wentt back and changed the previous chapters to eye and I also edited the chapters too. It's insane how many mistakes you see when you go back and reread your own work.
Sorry for this chapter being short, but I am from now on going to be doing shorter chapters. I do not have the time otherwise. In the future after the story is finished I might combine chapters, but for now they are going to be shorter.
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Chapter 3 Mistakes
As the day drew to a close, I walked down the hall towards my bedroom where the brat was sleeping. I probably should have put the brat in his own room, but it would have been colder in there for him. Though I also could have put him in one of the quest bedrooms, but those were on the second floor of the manor and I didn't want to be to one floor away from the brat if something were to happen. In a way it was probably better that the boy was in my room so that I could watch him through the night and feed him frequently.
Arriving at my room which was down the hall from my study, I opened the door to Ino and Hinata trying to get the brat to drink some more broth.
At my arrival they bowed at my presence and returned to trying to get broth down the kids throat. I watched from a distance and eventual they got the warm liquid down the brats throat after much struggle.
"You my leave, I will watch him through the night and you two will resume taking care of him through the next day."
"Yes my Lord," the two chorused.
"Oh, and please bring up a fresh bowl of soup please," I told them as they started to leave.
They murmured a yes my Lord and then left me with the kid.
I strutted over to the bed and looked down on the kids prone form in my bed. His face was flush with fever and the kid was panting like he had just run a marathon. I slowly sat down on the chair by the bed and looked over at the night stand. There were a bunch of bottles, which I had assumed where left by Dr. Harold on the nightstand. The first bottle was actually a cream for the brats back and the second bottle was some kind of pain killer that would also knock the kid out. The third bottle was a fever reducer pills and the forth was a salve for his cuts on his arms and legs. Then there was a tube of numbing agent that I assumed was for his anus. The last two bottles were supplements; one was a multivitamin and the other was some kind of high fat content pills.
I picked up the wash cloth that was hanging on the edge of a bowel filled with cold water that was next to the bottles on the nightstand and dipped the cloth in the water. I placed the cold cloth on his face after ringing it out. As soft moan left the boys mouth the instant the cold cloth touched his feverish face.
There was a knock at the door and Ino walked in with some broths and a small bag. She set the broth on the nightstand and then handed me the bag.
"Dr. Harold came back about a couple of minutes ago and gave this to Sakura who answered the door."
Ino then gave me the letter and excused from the room.
Dear Mr. Akasuna
Please excuse me for not telling you that I left the medications on the nightstand. I was in a rush to get my next patient, but forgot to inform about them. Hopefully this didn't inconvenacy you in any way.
For the medications please read the instructions on the bottles before giving them to the boy. The salve for his back(used for healing cuts and wounds) can also be used for his rectum tearing, but I would recommend that you let the boy do it himself when he awakes.
I will be back tomorrow between 2:00 and 3:00 to check on the boy and I will bring some painkillers that won't knock the kid out when given to him. If this time does not work for you place give me a call. If you have any questions about the medications please call or wait till tomorrow.
There is one other thing that I want to discuss with you, but I rather do it in person when I see you tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Dr. Harold
I set the note down on the nightstand and turned to watch the brat sleep. I would have to move the brat out of my room at some point so that I could sleep in my own bed, though I will have to ask Dr. Harold if I should move the kid yet.
Thinking about Dr. Harold I wondered what Dr. Harold wanted to talk about? Was it about the brat or something else?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of thrashing. I looked up sharply at the bed and watched as the brat thrashed weakly in the bed. The kid was mumbling under his breath. What he was saying exactly was lost over the sound of the sheets and blankets being kicked around.
I got up from my spot next to my bed and put my hand on the brat shoulder trying to wake the kid, but it just seemed to make the kid thrashed more and the mumblings then turned into cries. Tears were spilling out from under the boys closed eye lids. And his cries then turned into words.
"Please stop! It hurts, it hurts!"
"No, no, I don't like it."
"Please no. No more."
"It hurts!"
I shook the kid harder trying to break the kid out of his obviously frightening dream. He kid just stopped suddenly and I looked up to his one visible eye and saw it looking back at me in pure terror, the wet cloth slipping off his forehead.
I backed away slowly with my hands up as if I were trying to calm a frightened animal. I knew that the kid wasn't in the right frame of mind with high fever that he had at the moment. There was no use in getting mad at the kid. It would do no good.
"Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you. You had a bad dream," I said in a way that sounded like I was talking to a frightened child. Though considering how small the kid was, it was almost like he was. I sat down on the chair by his bed and waited for him to calm down a bit before trying anything else.
The brat tried to scramble away, but yelped in pain as his sudden movements. His pupils were blown wide, till almost the entire blue iris was not showing. The kid panted and slumped to the head board, his pupils finally going back to normal.
The kid stared at me for a moment and then seemed to recognize me, because before I could stop the brat he was scrambling off the bed and bowing on the floor begging for forgiveness for sleeping on the bed.
I sighed. "It's fine. I put you in my bed; now get back onto that bed before your fever rises above what it already is."
The kid slowly rose from the floor without ever taking his eyes off the floor and pulled himself back onto the bed with great trouble.
Once the kid was back on the bed I ordered him to sit up against the head board and put the blankets on his lap. I took the fallen cloth and put it back into the bowl of cold water.
"Are you in any pain?"
The brat turned to look at me, but didn't look me in the eye. I could tell from his on eye showing that no had ever asked that question to him in the manner that I had just asked him.
In a very small voice I heard a small "yes" and then silence. I was surprised that the kid had even answered, but then I had just yelled at him almost three days ago to always answer the door and that could also be translated into answer everything including verbally compensations were to be answered to. Or the brat could be afraid of punishment. Either way I am glad that I was saved the trouble of trying to get the truth out of the kid.
"I have some pain killers here, but they will knock you out. So first I want you to drink this soup and water. Here." I handed him the bowl of soup.
The kids hands slowly reached out for the bowl, but were shaking too much. So while not believing that I was doing this, I pick up the spoon in the bowl and brought it to his mouth.
The kid had a slightly shocked expression on his face as he opened his mouth to take in the now luke warm soup. I fed him spoonful after spoonful till I could tell by the slight scrunch up of his face at the next spoonful that he didn't want any more of the liquid.
I stopped feeding him the soup and put the bowel back on the night stand. I then picked up the glass of water and held it up to his mouth.
The brat didn't seem embarrassed in the least. He almost seemed grateful of the help. Though considering how he is a slave, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the first time that the kid has been helped by someone and least of all his master.
The kids shaky skeletal hands reached up toward the glass brushing against mine at the bottom and reach for the top to tip the glass more.
The kid drank the water as if he was never going to have water again. Though considering the state that he was in when I brought him you would have to wonder if he was allowed water very often. I suspected not.
When the kid pulled back weakly on the glass that was ¾'s empty I pulled the glass back.
I opened up different bottles on the night stand and took at out the prescribed fever reducer and pain killers. With the water that was left in the glass. I held out the pills and the water to the kid. The kid put the pills in his mouth one by one till all three was gone from my hand and I brought the glass of water back up to his mouth. He drained the rest of the water from the glass to wash down the pills.
I could see the that the knock out drugs in the pain medication was all ready kicking in because the kid was slumping against the heard board more than the kid was before as I set down the glass on the nightstand. The brat's eye then glazed over and he almost slipped over the side of the bed, but I caught him before he could. As I caught him I could see his one visible slip close and the kid went completely limp in my arms.
I sighed and fixed the kid into my bed and pulled the covers up to the brats face. I then picked up the cold wet cloth from the bowel and put it on the brats forehead. He was going to be a hand full. But I have to control my temper. I can't get mad like I did before, the kids too fragile, mentally and mostly at the moment physically.
I sat back down on the chair next to the bed after I fixed the kid comfortably into my bed. I leaned back in the chair and got ready for a long night.
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