Doubts
Demon dressed in white jacket, rolled up sleeves, crazy hair and bright glasses looked up at his monarch- sitting on one of these hospital bunks, with his top and cloak off, lying over a chair. Nervous doctor took few steps towards Vincent, clenching all the results and papers, trying to flee from the snake's somehow very calm and uncomfortable stare.
„Your majesty, don't you think it's a bit too risky?“
Said the demon and sat down in front of Vincent. Holding a pen in the other hand, writting down some last results of Vincent's today's examination.
„Of course not.. It's needed, for the sake of the protection.“
Even though his fast and reckless answer sounded brave, his voice was rather filled with uneas and struggle. He never thought that he'd risk his life for his kingdom, but now, he was given more to care of, his queen and people that stand by his side, willing to protect him no matter what.. He's still realizing how much of responsibility he was given, but how much love he was given at the same time as well. „I know but, excessive transforming might lead to high damaging of your body- Sir, see for yourself-“
Doctor quickly grabbed one of those papers he was clenching and showed it to Vincent. It wasn't a pleasant view, picture, image- but the content was rather sad and alarming. Vincent's expression grew disgusted.
„-This, is a picture of your skin of course, and these little scars are-“
Physician, unable to finish with his shaky and unsure voice.
„Strias. Over-tensioned skin, tore skin. Doctor, I know this already!“
Vincent grabbed the paper and threw it away, folding his arms as if he was blocking his suffocating emotions of fury and rage, anger and furor. Doc pushed himself back together with his chair a bit, he doesn't want to upset his king after all. But he doesn't want to give up on 'saving' his patients precious life and health.
„Sir- then why are you still overdoing it! This is in medium stage of damage and it's slowly getting worse- it might-“
The courage in his voice slowly choke on sudden rush of fear, and his loyal mind couldn't continue in such rebellious tone of speech. Vincent filled the sentence with his thoughts instead. Baring teeth and gesturing.
„It might kill me. It migh destroy me. I might explode or whatever, but I can't stop now!!“
But, he knew himself, that the danger is never going away. All straighten up and furious, standing above his underling, he didn't realize how much he scared his own doctor now. So he sat down again, covering his face with his hand and apologizing slightly. He was trying to cool down, still not able to control emotions over his weak underlings, it always gives him a feel of negative illusionary power.
„Just, give me something so I heal quicker than this.. I can't fall for my kingdom, there are lots of things I still need to do.“
Doctor shivered, but felt Vincent's anxiety and grief. He trusts his king, greatest of all. Doubting is the worst of all, so he nods and reaches for an ointment that should help heal Vincent's strias better and quicker..
