(Author's POV)
"Take me to see him …." Fabian spoke laboriously. Though he had woken up without any major scare, his physical condition was still fragile. And the mental stress he was experiencing was making it even worse.
"Young master~ …. you can't meet him, right now," Chris said, his voice patient outwardly, though he was filled with anxiety on the inside.
Despite his condition, Fabian spat discontentedly while snatching his body away from Chris, "Let go. I- … will …. go to him, on~ my own." As he shrugged off Secretary Shadow, he lost his balance once again and tumbled down. His already split open wound landed on a raw, serrated fragment of ceramic. An instant, painful, gut wrenching, grunt came out of the depths of his very soul, "ARGHHHH ..." In that moment, he felt like someone had literally rubbed a packet full of salt on his wound. His eyes turned bloody red.
