Author note: "Knight of the Heart" by Jarl of the North was one of many inspirations for me to write my fanfic "Fate of Camelot". And to see it dead with no hopes of being updated makes me sad. You know, Fun fact: this fanfic started my appreciation and love for Mordred as a character. Just thinking about how much she could've changed from being a resentful and short fused berserker into what I would say is a much more stable version of her is what brought me to love Jarl's fanfic

So, I made an inspired fanfic about Jarl's Mordred. This is my take on what Mordred would be like according to Jarl's Story if he ever updates it. So, Jarl, if you're reading this. Know that I am supporting you and pls come back.

P.S. To all ya'll reading my "Fate of camelot" Fanfic, Chapter 15 part 2 will come out either Before or After New Year. I have plans on the 27th to 30th, so I can't be too sure when I'll drop it. Just watch out for it.

Anyways, here it goes.

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"I am Saber, name's Mordred. Is my dad here?"

After what feels like forever, Gudako finally managed to get a five star servant in the gacha. But at the cost of her sanity, soul, money, and the disappointed looks the people in the room - Mash, Dr Romani, and Da Vinci - were giving to her. But that is at the back of Gudako's head right now. Her main concern is,

"Eh? You're not golden."

Apparently she was rolling for Gilgamesh Archer… and the fact that Gudako got someone else other than him is making the other three in the room nervous… for reasons that will be explained later.

"And also, What do you think you're doin' here, Mo-chan? I thought you were training?" Gudako said to the Red Knight as she was still in denial to the fact that all her money, hopes, and dreams went to the drain just to not get Gilgamesh Archer. The other three in the room were bracing themselves to defend the Master should the Red Knight snap at the orange haired (gambler) girl.

Good thing this Mordred that Gudako summoned is quite unlike her other counterpart. For instead of taking it as an insult, the Red Knight just smirked and said.

"I don't know what you're talking about but I'm sure I've never met you before. Also, what's this about gold? I ain't gold, but it won't matter as long I get to fight by your side, my apparent master."

"Huh?" Looking at the Servant and blinking a few times, she started scanning the Camelotian Prince up and down. To her surprise, she found that the Mordred in front of her was wearing a completely different armour set from the one she was used to seeing with the Knight of Treachery.

This Mordred is wearing what seems to be an altered version of Lancelot's Armour. She's wearing upper body armour that looks like Lancelot's torso armour, and fauld armour. Her vambraces are the same as the Lake Knight, but crimson red lined with gold compared to the silver and gold Gudako was used to seeing. Draped upon the back of the Camelotian Prince is a red cape with fur linings at the collar area. Gudako sees a striking similarity of the Red Knight's cape to Lancertoria's. And finally, Gudako looked down to Mordred's legs and she saw that the Red Prince was wearing Gawain's boots. Or what seems to be lookalike.

After looking up and down at the newly summoned Mordred, the orange haired master continued her pause of silence and just stared at the servant. If Mordred had anything to say about this situation, she would comment about how ghost-like Gudako looked right now.

As she waved back and forth at the silent Gudako, Mordred asked the other people in the room, "Um… Is she okay?"

"Oh, yes." Da Vinci replied as she and Mash neared the orange haired master. "She just needs a break, you know. She spent all day trying to summon G- you." The Italian genius managed to stop herself from saying the Golden King's name in fear of Gudako becoming worse than she is right now.

Because right now, Gudako is in a state of mind gacha players like me know very well. Shock, Denial, and then Rage. There are two more phases a gacha player will go through once they realized all of the money and time they spent to roll for the servant they wanted went to bust, but all I need you to know is that: Gudako's one of those people that has denial come first before the shock. And if Da Vinci wants the day to end peacefully, she needs to bring the Master far away from the summoning room. Stat.

"Uh-um, Dr Romani! Why don't you take Mordred san on a tour throughout the facility while I take care of Guda-chan here" Da Vinci half-pleaded to the Doctor.

"o-Of course!" Romani replied, "If Mordred-san will follow me…"

As the Doctor grabbed a tablet from the table he was sitting at before all this, he and the Camelotian Prince proceeded to leave the summoning room. And as they were a couple of feet away, they heard a thunderous screech from whence they came. The two instinctively made a sigh of relief that they didn't have to be there when that happened.

—-

CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.

"Stop fucking around, Lancelot. I can tell you're half-assing this."

"Frankly, I am not wholly into this farce, Sir Mordred. Why did you summon me to this duel?"

"Because Bullshit over there is too much pussy to face me like the pathetic whiny bitch he is!"

"His name is Gawain, Sir Mordred. I advise you to not cause too much animosity. We are merely sparring after all."

"Hm! Whatever. TAKE THIS"

SWING!

Ever since the most recent member of the Round - Percival - came, Mordred's been going on a duelling spree with the King's Knights in the training room. She first challenged Gareth, then Tristan, then Agravain, then Gawain, then finally Lancelot. Percival is next. Bedivere's also in Chaldea. But she didn't bother challenging him since he's always with her father all the time. Be it her actual father, the dark version of her father, the big titty version of her father, or the white version of her father. The point is, she might earn the ire of her father(s) should she challenge the Teal Knight.

Mordred's current record against the Knights of the Round (That are in Chaldea right now, at least), is 2 - 1 - 0. Gareth and Tristan were small fry. Agravain gave her a tie, while Gawain didn't even bother answering her challenge. The Sun knight just looked at her disdainfully and left her in the dust. This current 'spar' with Lancelot will give her the satisfaction of winning that she needed as well as the means to vent her anger.

The reasoning behind this entire duelling spree is unknown to the Knights of the Round. But, knowing the instability of Mordred they allowed it to happen.

As Mordred swung from the right to open up Lancelot's centre, the Lake Knight took a step backward and arched his sword to attack the now open right side of Mordred. As Lancelot swung for the blow, Mordred used her inhuman agility to bring Clarent up in a defensive stance just in time to meet Ardonight. A kick from the left foot, a swing aiming for the stomach, and an uppercut out of nowhere was the repertoire of the Red Knight. Lancelot simply blocked them all with grace and perfection, you would think he was dancing. After Mordred dealt the 3rd kick for Lancelot's side, the Lake Knight grabbed the leg while it was in mid-air and attempted to throw the Knight of Treachery to the other side of the room. He succeeded.

As Mordred slammed into the wall with her back, Lancelot pursued her. He was relentless.

An undefended punch to the helmet, a kick to the side that was barely contested, and finally another throw towards the ceiling. Mordred was so shaken up by the first throw that she couldn't fight against the Lake Knight's offensive.

As Mordred gathered herself as she flipped into a defensive stance, she jeered.

"Is that all you got? I didn't even feel a thing! You sure you're really trying your best to beat me?"

"I have nothing to prove to warrant a sound victory against you." Lancelot said. "If you really think you deserved a fair fight from me, then you are mistaken."

"Such an eloquent speech you made there." The Red Knight mocked. "Is that how you got to fuck Guinevere for free?"

The temperature of the room dropped by 20 degrees when Mordred said that. As Lancelot digested the Red Knight's words, he burned with rage.

"You have no right to speak her name, Traitor." The Lake Knight sneered.

"Why?" Mordred grinned under her helmet in jubilation as her taunt worked. "Is it because I'm right?"

"You will regret speaking ill of the Queen's name." Lancelot said as he posed his body for another set of attacks.

"Make me." Mordred replied as her sword started to glow a crimson red.

The two proceeded to charge at each other. Both aiming for the other's neck. They were about to land a killing blow at each other when suddenly,

"Both of you, stop it!" A voice from the entrance of the training room said.

In a split second, the two stopped their attacks before they got to their targets. It was close. Clarent was gunning for the Lake Knight's gut, while Ardonight was inches away from the Red Knight's neck. As the two knights retracted their swords and placed them at their sides, they looked towards the source of the voice - Saber Lily.

"You two! What were you thinking?! Going at each other's throats like you're enemies? What were you thinking?" She was practically running towards Mordred and Lancelot. She was pissed. Very pissed.

There is a saying I've always carried with me as I grew up: "The worst person to anger is the kindest one.". Not only do I agree to this, but Mordred and Lancelot as well.

"My King." Lancelot said as he kneeled. "I wish to assure you that we weren't-"

"Weren't what?," Saber Lily interrupted as she stood right in front of the Lake Knight with her arms crossed, "Weren't fighting to the death before I got here? What do you have to say to justify such a terrible act?"

Mordred snickered at the sight of a reprimanded Lancelot. Unfortunately for her, the Red Knight snickered too loud. Causing Saber Lily to direct her wrath towards her.

"And you! Did you start this?" Saber Lily demanded as she pointed an accusing finger towards her future child.

"Wha- What? No I didn't…" Mordred replied half-heartedly. Lying to Saber Lily was one of the things she couldn't bring herself to do. So, she added, "...Maybe?"

"Sigh," Saber Lily placed two fingers at the crook of her nose as the stress of seeing her future knights killing each other caught up to her. "Good thing Merlin warned me of this duel. Otherwise I would have to attend an untimely funeral." She then said to herself out loud, "I have to thank him for this later…"

"Wait, Merlin told you this was happening?!" Mordred and Lancelot asked in unison. Causing the two to glare at each other.

"Yes, he did." Saber Lily replied as she placed her hands at her waist. "If I hear from him that you attacked him because of it, I won't hesitate to Caliburn you."

"I did not think of doing such a thing My King/White Father." Mordred and Lancelot said in unison again. Causing another glaring contest between the two.

"Good." Saber Lily said as she smiled at the two Knights. "Now, promise me this. Promise me that you won't go around fighting each other to the death."

"But White Father- "

"My King, Sir Mordre-"

"No buts!" Saber Lily shouted as she brought out her right index to silence the two, "I want only a yes or a no. Will you promise to me that you won't pull this stunt again?"

"...Yes, My King/White Father." The two Knights acquiesced.

Saber Lily has as much authority as any other Artoria Pendragon to the Knight of the Lake. To Mordred, she was the only "Father" who cared for her, so of course she would listen to her.

"Great!" Saber Lily joyfully said as she clapped her hands together. "Now, shake hands to prove you were being serious."

… It's safe to say the two Knights are more than reluctant to obey the Lily Servant's request at this point. Nevertheless, it is a request from the Once and Future King, so Lancelot has no choice but to obey.

As the Knight of the Lake turned his body to face the Knight of Treachery, he brought his right hand out and said, "Let us shake hands and finish with this, Sir Mordred." Translation: Let's get this over with.

Knowing that the expectant eyes of Saber Lily are upon her, Mordred grabbed the offered hand and held on to it hard. The Knight of the Lake in turn, fastened his grip then began to shake the Red Knight's hand fiercely. This continued on for a few seconds when both decided they had enough.

Saber Lily, who didn't notice the hidden fight the two Knights were having, smiled brightly and happily at them. Thinking that she had successfully accomplished her mission which ws to make them make peace, she said,

"Perfect! Now, come with me to the cafeteria. We're having dinner in about 15 minutes. I invited all of the Knights of the Round and even all of 'me'. So, it would be great if you two joined in too."

"As you wish, My King. I shall be there." Lancelot replied.

"I guess I'll go. I'm only going because you asked me too, White Father." Mordred said.

"Great!" Saber Lily said excitedly, "I'll be going now. See you there."

And with that, Lancelot and Mordred were left alone.

"I will forget what you said about Lady Guinevere just this once." Lancelot said to Mordred as he kept his eyes on the door, he then began to walk towards it, "But know that I will not tolerate such a foul mouth in the future."

"Puh!" Mordred spat on the ground before she replied, "I could care less. I'm only not attacking you because Father said so."

The Knight of the Lake snapped at that. He's clearly had enough of the Red Knight's actions and everything else she pulled today.

"Sir Mordred. I advise you to not aggravate us so needlessly." Lancelot said as he turned around to face the Red Knight once more. "Did you not already act upon your hatred upon me and the Knights of the Round? Did we not spend a lifetime at each other's throats? So why do you continue to display your disdain upon me and my fellow knights?"

"Wouldn't you like to know…" Mordred said as she simply walked passed the Knight of the Lake without even directly answering his questions. Before she left the room, she said,

"And you're not my dad! Don't fucking ask questions like a disappointed parent."

SLAM!

And with that, Lancelot is left alone. The only thing that was in his mind was,

'Mordred's becoming increasingly erratic…'

—-

"Achoo!"

"Sir Mordred, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. You can continue asking your questions."

As the Doctor and the new Servant traversed the long halls of Chaldea to get to their first destination which is the infirmary, the former busied himself with reading the summarized history of the Knight of Treachery beside him. But as he read through the bio, the more he was confused by what he was seeing.

"So, not only were you taken into Camelot at a young age from the clutches of Morgan le Fay, acknowledged by your Father, raised by said Father, but made sure that you were to become King?!" Romani asked incredulously as he read the bio on the tablet.

"Why are you so surprised by the fact?" Mordred asked confusedly as she tilted her head , she then replied,"Well, I guess the part where I was saved is suspicious enough. But yes, I indeed was saved from the Bitch le Fay and raised by my father to be groomed as a King." she then whispered to herself, "Only as a King…"

Pretending to not hear the last part while making a mental note to share it to Da Vinci and Gudako, Romani pressed on, "So, that means… You're a King?"

Not bothered by the seemingly dumb question, Mordred answered Romani, "...I guess so. I was King over England, and over all of the Kingdoms of Northern France when I was alive. Camelot became one of many titles I had through my life. I was more known as the King of England than Camelot by the time I died."

" But I don't remember much about my reign. I remember ruling as King of Camelot for longer than 10 years. My reign was mostly conducted outside of the city itself since I went on an expansion spree all time.." Mordred said as she placed a finger on her chin as she tried to remember her past. Which was strangely cloudy.

"So, what should I call you?" Romani asked as he read the nicknames given to Mordred by her people at the bio, "The Crimson King? The Red Prince? The Bloodknight?"

"Haven't heard of Bloodknight in a while," Mordred said as she laughed at the nickname given to her for her role in the Summer Wars. "I guess you could call me Crimson King. Not that I'd mind anyone calling me something other than that."

"I guess I'll call you the Red Prince." Romani said to Mordred as he kept his eyes on his tablet, "But is it fine if I can call you Mordred for now?"

"Sure." Mordred agreed.

And that was the end of that.

Or not.

"I skimmed through it while we were in the summoning room." Romani said as he scrolled his tablet to the 'Camelotian Wars' Section, "According to this, after the death of your father, you went on to declare war against the Saxons Kingdoms in Britannia around 535 AD, started the Western Reconquest in 540 AD, and finally you're last war was the Bretagne-Neustrian War against the sons of the King of Franks. You've amassed countless victories and achieved everlasting fame in the heart's of your people. To say that your resume surprised me is an understatement."

"You flatter me too much, Doctor. Most of the victories I had were because of the men with me. They fought with unmatched ferocity." Mordred humbly said to Romani, after that, a gentle smile formed on her face when she started to remember all the loyal men who served her, she then continued on to ask,

"And also, I'm pretty sure I'm not the King of Wales while I was alive. Are you sure I went on a Western War? Because that would imply I conquered the Welsh. Which I strangely don't remember…"

Clank!

A tablet was dropped along with Dr. Romani's jaw. He couldn't believe it. He remembers the other Mordred he was familiar with. That mordred was called the Knight of Treachery. That Mordred was brash, abrasive, hot tempered, impatient, and worst of all, rude to him. He remembers all the times he got laughed at and picked on by the Red Knight. He remembers her sailor's tongue and all the times she swore at anyone who caught her ire. He also remembered the time that she broke the vending machine just because her drink didn't drop.

His headcanon of what Mordred Pendragon should be like was so ingrained into his head by the Knight of Treachery that his brain froze and crashed as he heard the Humility and Gentleness in the voice of the King version of the Knight of Treachery in front of him. It was like a hundred mile curveball slamming the back of his head.

Romani from then on stayed deathly silent as he bewilderedly stared at the completely different Mordred in front of him. So much so that he didn't realize the 5 times his name was called. But it wasn't by Mordred.

"Dr. Romani!" Florence Nightingale. "Are you alright? Are you feeling any symptoms of any sickness?"

Fearing that he might get treated for a disease he doesn't have by Florence Nightingale of all people, Romani quickly snapped out of his shocked state and said,

"N-No! Miss Nightingale. I feel fine. Honest. Now, please get that syringe away from my neck and explain what you are doing here."

"I could say the same thing for you," the berserker servant said as she retracted the syringe that contained a suspicious colored liquid, "The first thing I saw when I opened my door was you standing still like a statue staring at our apparently new servant." she then turned to face the Red Prince and said, "Which reminds me, welcome to the infirmary, Mordred number 2.``

"Number 2?" Mordred asked as she made a questioning look aimed towards Romani

"Well… it's a long story so, I'll make it short. There is another Mordred summoned here. Along with some of the Knights of the Round." Romani explained.

"And my… Father?" Mordred asked apprehensively.

"She's here." Romani replied, "Well, at least, a couple versions of her are. But I'm not sure if the version you knew would be here."

"...That's fine by me." Mordred said as she made a sad smile while she made the thousand mile stare, "As long as I could see him again…"

"See who, exactly?" Nightingale asked. She guessed that this Mordred was talking about Arturia - her actual father. But from what she's seeing, Florence speculates that the Red Prince in front of her isn't exactly as joyful at the prospect of seeing the King of Knights as her other self was when she came to chaldea.

"...It's nothing." Mordred said as her whole demeanour shifted into a cheerful one in a second. She then looked to Nightingale and asked "Now, who are you supposed to be?"

"I am Florence Nightingale. Chaldea's prime healer and doctor." Florence said with pride. "Come to me for any symptoms, scratches, or injuries. And I will make certain that you will be saved from it."

Mordred was about to commend the Berserker Servant and say that she would indeed go to her for aid, but when she saw Dr. Romani's panicked expression as he neared her she stayed shut.

"Th-That's not necessary, Miss Nightingale." Romani hastily said as he pushed the Red Prince to the direction of the training room. He then said to the Red Prince, "Oh! Look at the time. I heard that there will be a feast soon. I guess we have to leave now if we want to finish the tour in time for that, right Mordred?"

"Y-yeah!" Mordred replied as she got the hidden message. "I believe we have more to see in Chaldea. I suppose we'll have to leave you now, Miss Nightingale. See you soon!"

"Don't get yourselves hurt while you tour around Chaldea. I'll be here when you do." Nightingale said as she returned to the Infirmary. Not realizing that they tried to escape from her.

"Phew!" Romani released the breath he didn't know he was holding. "That was close."

"What was close?" Mordred asked confused, "All I saw was just her saying that she would do anything to help me recover. What was wrong with that?"

Romani gave the Red Prince the rundown with how exactly Florence Nightingale does what she does. And safe to say… Mordred now knows to never show any sign of injury in front of the Berserker Servant. Lest she die from the procedures she would face.

—-

"Emiya-san! How's the food?"

"Oh. You're finally here, Lily. The food will be ready on time for dinner to come around."

"That's great, Emiya-san! Thanks for helping us out again."

Heroic Spirit Emiya started the day with an unexpected request: to prepare a big feast for Kings Arturia Pendragon and her Knights of the Round. Requested by Lily herself, who woke him up today via knocking on his door. The reason for the big feast is because Sir Percival came to Chaldea on the same day of his birthday. Lily, who's heard about him from Merlin, wanted to do the same thing she's done for the rest of the Round when they came - celebrate. But since it was the Holy Knight's birthday when he came to Chaldea, Lily wanted to make it a little more special.

"Yeah, man! Thanks for helping us out here." Lancer class, Chu Chulainn - who volunteered to help Lily out in all of the preparations - said to the Red Archer as he made the final touches to the 7 foot cake he was making. "We wouldn't have had a great dinner if it wasn't for you."

"Don't think much about it, Lancer." Emiya said as he placed a candle at the tip top of the cake, "I'm just doing a fellow servant a favour that she'll someday make up for." He then went down the ladder he needed to get to the top of the cake and dematerialized it. All without realizing the suddenly clouded eyes that Saber Lily had as she stared at the Red Archer's back.

"Hey, Lily," Chu Chulainn said as he nudged the Saber servant with his right elbow, causing her to look up to the blue lancer, "You okay over there?"

"Yes, Lancer-san," Lily said as she smiled brightly at the Irish, she then changed the subject and asked Chu Chulainn "Did you need anything, by any chance?"

Lancer realized that he almost forgot the reason why he was there in the first place. He then said to Lily, "Oh! I almost forgot. The Lily Servants over there at the tables are asking what should be their next jobs. They just finished setting up the tables."

"I see. Very well then, I'll head to them right away. I think we'll need your help once again for it though." Lily said to Lancer

"Don't sweat it." the Irishman grinned, "No matter what it is, I'll be there to help."

Saber Lily beamed at that and left Chu Chulainn with the Red Archer who was arranging the dishes in a delectable manner on the wide table just behind the tall cake. Speaking of him…

"What the hell, Archer?" Lancer asked, a bit peeved.

"What now?" Emiya replied in an equally peeved manner.

"You didn't have to say that to Lily like that!" Lancer said as he crossed his arms in dismay, "You made yourself sound so rude in front of her. I mean, did you see her face when you said that?"

"I simply stated a fact." Archer defended as he placed the covers on all the dishes on the super long table that was prepared beforehand. "Lily said it herself this morning when she requested me to make a feast for her."

"But to make it sound so uncaring in front of Lily is no excuse." Lancer frustratingly said to Archer as he got up and left the cafeteria.

Archer, still unaware of what Lancer was trying to say, just continued his duties as cook and made sure everything was perfect for the celebration. All he now needs to do is to make sure that a certain golden goddess floating around doesn't take a bite out of the cake.

—-

"So this is the training room… I have to say, this is very impressive. Where's everyone?"

"Apparently, they're preparing for the Celebration. Sir Percival came recently, and Saber Lily made it a tradition to make a feast for every Knight of the Round that was newly summoned."

"Percival's here?! When? And who's Saber Lily?"

The duo entered the training room after their conversation with Miss Nightingale. Since they were chasing time, Romani decided that they would stay in the room for only a few minutes before moving to the cafeteria. The rest of the tour will proceed after dinner.

What Mordred first noticed in the training room were the robots tending to the cracks and holes on the floor. Some of them moved on to repair the gaping cavity that was present at the wall to her right.

"Looks like someone had fun here." Mordred said to Romani who just sighed.

"I think I know who caused this…" The Doctor said as a certain Blonde, green-eyed, red clothed Saber appeared into his mind. "And I guess she's had one of those duels today."

"Is she someone I know?" Mordred asked.

'Yes, you do. She's you.' Romani thought sarcastically. He then walked to the outside of the training room with Mordred following suit and set course for the cafeteria. The rest of the tour has been decidedly postponed for tomorrow to allow Mordred a chance to meet everyone in Chaldea.

"You haven't answered my question yet, by the way." Mordred said to Romani in a reminder-esque way.

"Answered what, exactly?" The Doctor asked.

"Who's Saber Lily?" Mordred asked again.

Doctor Romani then pulled up Saber Lily's bio on the tablet. He then brought up a photo of the Knight Princess for Mordred to see. And when Mordred saw it, she was stunned.

"Why is Father… smiling?!" The first thing that came to mind when she saw the photo was how brightly her Father smiled. And not only that, Mordred realized her Father looks younger than she remembered.

"The version of Arturia Pendragon that you knew was completely different when it came to her younger years." Romani explained. He then continued to explain while pointing at the photo, "In this state, she is known as the Knight Princess who wielded Caliburn as an inexperienced knight that had just begun walking down the path of a king."

"So, she's Father before she was King…" Mordred said to herself.

"Yes, she is." Romani replied not knowing it wasn't directed to him. "And if I am right… you'll meet her soon."

"Really?!" Mordred asked excitedly but caught herself, "Ahem. I mean, I'll get to meet her?"

"Yes, of course." Romani said, "We just need to-"

Bump. Bump.

"Find the… cafeteria…" Romani said slowly as he realised the situation before him.

The route from the training room to the cafeteria will take you into an intersection of two hallways; this is where Romani and Mordred are right now. They were taking a right turn down the hall to get to the cafeteria. A few minutes after taking that turn, they'd be at their destination. The thing is, Mordred bumped into someone as they took a right. While Romani got hit by someone from the left side of the intersection. As he looked on to who bumped him. He felt a sudden rise in tension from all sides of the hall.

Because the person who Mordred bumped into was the Blue Saber, Arturia Pendragon, who was being accompanied by her Alter self. While Romani was hit by Saber Lily, who was accompanied by the Mordred that was already in Chaldea. When the Knight of Treachery saw the Red Prince, her face formed to shock, and then rage. Before Lily could calm her down, the Knight of Treachery pointed a finger at the Red Prince and shouted,

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

Romani could only sigh. He's going to have to check in to Nightingale's infirmary for the amount of stress he can already predict he's gonna have after this entire debacle.

Author's note part 2: This is only Part 1. Part 2 will come soon