His Personal Maid — Chapter 22

Once Desire realized Ying and the healer was not in sight, she quickly ran into the bathroom and got the same ointment and herb that her master had used on her the other day. She also took a bucket of water and two pieces of cloth.

By the time she got back to his side, he had woken up again, looking so frail and weak.

Desire helped him up to rest against the wall. With tears in her eyes, she put the cloth into the bucket of water, wriggled the water out and placed it on his head, trying to reduce his temperature.

“What are you doing?” Slyvester asked weakly

“I don’t know but I just can’t sit still and do nothing” Desire replied with tears running down her eyes s

Slyvester wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t cry so much, that he was going to be fine but he was too tired to open his mouth.

Desire removed the bandage woven around his arm to see that he was seriously bleeding from the spot.

“Was it an arrow?” Desire asked and Slyvester nodded.

“How did you get yourself shot? You always yell at me for being careless, for walking in the dark, why didn’t you also yell at yourself to stay off dangerous places” Desire screamed at him bitterly earning a smile from a weak Slyvester.

She glared at him for thinking it was funny.

Desire used the other piece of cloth to clean the blood off his arm until it was clean enough to put an ointment on. She also used her hand to squeeze a large amount of herb and applied it on the wound spot to avoid infection and excessive bleeding.

Once she realized that she had successfully stopped the blood from flowing as much as before, she got one of the lint that the queen had given her and placed it on the wound, used a tiny piece of cloth to wrap around it to avoid it from falling.

By the time she was done, Slyvester was already sleeping. She didn’t know how she'd get him to the bed and at that moment of confusion, Ying barged in through the door.

“The healer was not in his place and I tried looking for him but no one knew where he went,” Ying explained, looking worried.

“I’ve managed to stop the bleeding and I need to get him into bed” Ying nodded and helped her lift him up to set him on the bed.

“I can stitch him up but I do not have the necessary equipment” Desire confessed, making Ying look at the tiny woman in admiration.

Ying knew Slyvester to keep stuff like that around the house, so he checked through his belongings and finally found the little pouch where he kept it.

“Is that enough to do the job?” Ying asked as he gave her the pouch, she checked it and nodded.

“I need a bucket of warm water” Ying dashed out of the house to get hot water from the palace kitchen and by the time he got back, the water had turned warm.

Desire threw the suture into the water first then removed the lint on the wound and also got rid of the herb on it and began stitching him up. Slyvester tried struggling when she started because of the pain but Ying was there to hold him down.

Not long after, Desire was able to finally stitch him up and use her last bundle of lint to cover up the wound. They washed up their hands and everything used.

Ying left her in the room with Slyvester to go sit at the outer part of the chamber where Desire later joined him.

“Where did you learn to stitch like that?” Ying asked her.

“My master only just got paid back for his goodwill. My master usually let his servants pick up a skill while attending to the house chores. Most girls go for weaving while some chose cooking or maybe fighting but I’d always admired the healer who was living in the mansion with us. I was allowed to learn under him for two to three months” Desire explained.

“Now I understand why the stitching wasn’t neat” Desire could have laughed on a regular day but she only smiled.

“I hope he gets better,” Desire confessed her fear with a shaking voice.

“He will be better. Go back inside the room and sleep, just scream my name if you need anything”

Ying advised but Desire wasn’t ready to go back yet. She was scared she’ll start crying when she gets back inside.

“How did you two meet? I mean you and my master?”

“We’ve been friends since we were little boys and it has stayed that way since then” Ying explained.

“I don’t imagine someone sticking to his side that long. He’s strange; one minute he’s cold, the next he’s as angry as a wild bull and the next he’s the nicest person you’ve ever met in your entire life. You’re such a good friend, Ying” Desire lamented.

“You’re also a loyal servant, Desire. Go to bed, I insist” Ying dismissed her.

As she walked back in, Ying could only praise her strength. He was surprised that such a tiny woman could take control of a scary situation like that and fixed everything. No wonder Slyvester was so protective of her.

Desire didn’t want to sleep on the bed, afraid that she’ll hurt him even more by mistakenly touching his wound.

She placed an extra cloth on the floor and slept on the cold floor. By the time it was day break, Desire had cuddled into the wall, hugging her legs tight to her chest. She had shivered from cold through the night and her hands were as cold as ice.

She suddenly felt someone rubbing her hand, trying to make it warm. She grudgingly opened her eyes and saw that it was her master.

Suddenly, she threw her hands around his neck and started weeping. Slyvester was wriggling in pain but he didn’t show it as he couldn’t make himself push her off.

“You’re alive! You’re fine” Desire cried.

“I couldn’t leave you looking as if I died for more hours. Also, If I die, you’ll have to be someone else’s housemaid and I can’t afford for that to happen” He joked and smiled.

Slyvester smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, taking her breath away.