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Fisk P.o.v

'He doesn't believe me! why doesn't he believe me?'

I groaned a silent complaint at Tipple's bouncy trot.

'Why in two moons would I want to kill myself? what are you playing at Lady Ceciel?'

I layed my head down on Tipple's mane, comforted by the thought she is tethered to Chant's saddle and won't go chasing a beer cart. Michael kept looking back at me, he really doesn't believe or trust me anymore, son of a-

"Fisk, are you hungry, feeling sick anything?"

Gods, can't he just leave me alone! I turned my head away from him, hoping he'll get the point, unfortunaly the two moons aren't on my side, he kept pestering me.

"Talk to me, Fisk." his noble voice adopted a authorive tone which made the hairs on my neck stand.

I am not a servant, and he is a unredeemed man! He has no authority over me knight or not! I kept my face away from him anad watch the trees pass by us as Tipple's and Chant's trot got a bit, I slowly started to feel sick.

"Fisk?"

"I got to holes in me,noble sir, how would you feel!" I growled at him.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach and ribs wishing everything would just go away..

More then a days ride we made it to a little cottge beholding a Herblist. She frowned at the sight of me; coughing, weezing and covered in more of my own blood.

"get him inside now," She demanded

Michael tried to pick me up as gentely as he could without making me whimper in pain. This is the last time I EVER try to walk the rest of the way while severly wounded.

"Now, what in two moons happened to him?"

Michael placed me on the cot while he told the plump woman what he thought, almost succsesivly, try to do. The herblist,who's name happens to be Angela, just sighed and began to unbutton my shirt and undo my bandages. She grabbed some magica salve and placed it inside my wounds, causing me to try and squirm away from the pain she was causeing me. Michael grabbed both of my wrists placing them above my head to stop my squirming as she begun to stitch the wounds. I hate going to a herblists to get my wounds checked, just as much as I hate burgarly.

"Fisk, she's done." He let my wrists go and helped me move to a diffrent cot. "Angela saw my wrist when i tried to help keep you still. pray to the fur sand green god she wont kick us out cause your injured." michael hissed.

Curse it, I forgot about his unredeemed marks. Michael left the room to talk to Angela.

"He doesn't have a infection, But why would your friend try to kill himself?" I heard Angela question Michael.

"I dunno, It's most likely my fault, im a knight errant and he is my squire."

I closed my eyes, my wounds are becoming less and less painful, thank nature for magica.

"You're a unredeemed man, Sir Michael, I don't blame your friend. One thing is for sure, you are leaving this fiefdom and leaving Fisk here."

I bolted upright,causeing my stiches to reopen, I am not going to be here all by myself without Michael!

"Im leaving, if he's leaving."

I propped myself agianst the doorframe.

"Master fisk! your stitches! please understand Sir Michael, as a unredeem man, is bad for your future, health, and recovory!"

I rolled my eyes thats nothing new said to me.

"I'd care less if he had 4 arms. I go where he goes."

We were a mile away before Michael said another word.

"you're going to get infected and its my fault.." he barely whispered

I didn't say anything he would've done the same thing if he was in my spot and Rosamund was in his. Michael when will you understand that I lo-lov... Okay I can't say it! We stopped at a lake so we can set up camp and Michael started to give me the silence treatment.

"H-hey M-michael, uhm... you don't really think I tried to kill myself, do you?"

Michael stayed silent and layed down on his bedroll, falling asleep. I sighed and grabbed Tipple's saddle to help me stand, and I made my way to the lake. A laugh interupter my thoughts.

"My,My is Little Fisk actually getting upset about Michael not talking to him?"

I growled and swung a fist at Lady Ceciel, causeing me togasp in pain and land to my knees.

"So weak.."

She kicked my side and ordered her minion to gag me and to drag me away. I know I won't win against the man instead I kicked off my boot, the one that held my dagger that I never leave behind.

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