Ciel's POV
After Claude left with Alois, Sebastian led me to my room. He thought it'd be best to get away from the excitement, but I can hardly settle down from it. I'm worried about Alois, I hope that Claude was able to save him, but every time I ask Sebastian for news, he says he's heard nothing of Alois' condition. Time has passed quickly, the sun is setting and as more time passes my unease grows stronger.
"Young master, would you like anything?" I hear Sebastian ask me.
"Have you any news of Alois' condition?" I ask, hoping Claude's told him something.
"Nothing, I'm afraid," he says.
"Then come find me when you hear something!" I yell at him.
"You seem really bothered by this, it's so unlike you."
"I don't care! He has to be ok, he just has to be!"
"I understand you're worried but I urge you to calm down. You might make yourself ill."
I glare at Sebastian but say nothing. He has a point, and I won't be able to be there for Alois if I get sick.
"Fine," I tell Sebastian, trying my hardest to stay calm, "Make me some tea. And inform me the minute you have word of Alois' condition."
"Of course, sir," Sebastian says before backing out of the room. I look out the window at the setting sun. The clouds are stained a dark red, almost a blood color which makes my unease stronger. But there's nothing I can do but wait for someone to tell me if he's ok.
Alois' POV
I open my eyes slowly and pain seizes my body. Ugh, what the fuck happened? Then I remember, the duel. Ciel's sword running through me. My plead for death. Ciel offering friendship. Ciel. Why would he bother? I learned a long time ago that all I was to know was pain, but he refused to believe that and said he wants to be friends. Ugh, this is all so confusing! I need to talk to Ciel.
"Your Highness, thank heavens you've awakened. I thought you had died."
I look to my door and see Claude standing there, relief crossing his eyes.
"Yeah," I say, unsure of how to react, "Where's Ciel?"
"He's in his room. I refused to allow him to see you in your weakened state. Just in case he decided to strike the final blow."
"He wouldn't do that!" I yelled, jolting up. Pain seizes my body and I lean forward. Claude runs over and supports me.
"Don't move too much yet, Highness. The wound is still fresh and it might bleed again."
Clutching my stomach just above the wound, I push Claude away.
"I told you already that this injury was an accident! A simple misstep! I will not have you blaming Ciel for this!"
"Your highness, I beg you, please calm down!"
The pain becomes too much and I sit back. My back hits the headboard of my bed and I relax a little.
"I want to see Ciel," I tell Claude.
"But sir, you're in no condition for company," Claude says.
"I don't care," I tell him through gritted teeth, rage at his insolence building up inside me, "I want to talk to him. Go get him, Claude. Now."
He looks at me with uncertainty, "As you wish."
Claude leaves the room and I glance out the window. The sun is setting, I've been out for a while, but everything Ciel said earlier, did he mean any of that? Or was he just trying to fill me with false hope? Either way, I have some questions for him.