Fate © TYPE-MOON
There is little left to be done for Nightingale. Nemo Nurse has confirmed that Master's vitals are within normal limits, and that she will wake up soon. Nightingale cares little about the occultic matters Nemo Nurse has been saying, for surely a medical professional should not be relying on such non-scientific stuff. Even if they matter, it's not within Nightingale's field of expertise.
So when Master's condition is deemed safe, Nightingale prepares to return to her other duties, seeking those who need medical attention.
Until she senses a familiar magical energy that has been missing for quite some time.
"Mister—"
And a sound of clanking is heard. Both nurses turn their heads, finding a cup of coffee, with two sugar cubes on the side. Yet, no one is on sight. It's like the coffee appeared on its own.
But Nightingale knows better. The split second when she senses the all-too-familiar magical energy behind her, vanishing into thin air before she could turn around.
"That…wasn't here a second ago, was it?" Nemo Nurse inquires with an apparent confusion.
"It wasn't. It seems someone left it here without saying anything." Nightingale shakes her head. "What an impolite and incomprehensible thing to do."
Despite that, Nightingale lifts the cup. "I shall take my leave, then."
"Thank you for your hardwork, Nightingale." Nemo Nurse flashes a smile and Nightingale responds with a nod.
Incomprehensible. Impolite. For one to not say a single word and disappeared right after leaving a single cup of coffee. With two sugar cubes. Why would anyone do that? Nightingale doesn't understand. If her grip on the cup tightens it'll break.
The familiar magical energy she felt is no longer present. The thin shadow she has always been able to follow has vanished. It is abnormal. It is malignant. Perhaps an unknown ailment is affecting her Saint Graph for her to feel a heavy discomfort in her chest.
"Mister Dantès."
A whisper into thin air. In the past, a presence within the shadow would be near whenever she called the name. Perhaps a simple 'Mercédès' would be uttered in return. This time, her whisper reaches no one. Nothing. The presence in the shadow is gone.
Leaving her with no parting words but a cup of coffee and two sugar cubes.
"Truly impolite, aren't you?" Still, she says to no one. "Your treatment hasn't even been completed yet."
Nightingale will need to get herself checked for the sharp pain in her chest. It is affecting her performance as one of Chaldea's medical personnels, like her Saint Graph has been permanently damaged. She hopes not.
Perhaps, as illogical as it sounds, a sip of the coffee she's been holding might ease her.
As it is the only thing that he left for her.
A/N: huge appreciation to Neo FGO for their translation of ordeal call II, which completely destroyed me.