[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Price To Live

Lady Serena let out a startled yell as she stumbled inside the chambers forbidden to others.

There, on the floor, lay Xion in Darius’ arms.

It was as if there was heavy rain dyeing everything red, until not even a single inch of Xion was spared.

He looked lifeless.

"Xion... My child..."

"He is not dead!" Darius snarled. "He is not. My Xion is... Bring Allen. Now!"

Darius was pouring his mana into Xion’s limp body. Suddenly, he was glad that he had suffered from Moonshade Affliction.

If not for that, Xion wouldn’t have replaced his mana with his own.

That energy now rushed inside Xion without any resistance as if answering a silent plea.

The only obstacle now was the broken, fragile vessel before him, barely clinging to life.

Was it Serena, the sobbing Noxian, or one of the guards who had called for Allen?

Darius had no clue.

The moment the alchemist tried to touch the patient, he had instinctively pulled Xion tightly against his chest, cradling him protectively.

"Your Grace," Allen said in a tense voice.

There was a hint of pleading in his tone as he looked between the Archduke and his teacher.

"We need to heal his internal injuries, Your Grace. There’s still poison inside him."

Poison... Yes, it was that vile toxin that had reduced Xion to this horrendous pain of life and death.

"Heal him."

Allen eagerly inched closer to the thin wrist, carefully trying to catch the vague thrumming beneath his fingertips.

The teacher is alive. Thank goodness.

However, the crisis was far more terrible than it had ever been.

Xion’s clothes were completely stained with blood.

Thick red was coating the corner of his mouth as the Archduke continued to wipe it away with gentleness, almost as if that would ease the pain wreaking havoc inside the thin body.

Blood burned its way up to Xion’s throat to spill from his lips, and all of it splashed directly on Darius.

"Do something!" Darius yelled, panic evident in his wide green eyes.

Allen hastily fumbled into his bag, pulling a special blue potion.

Even seasoned soldiers never used it as long as there was any other option.

The potion was made to mend the internal injuries, yes. But...

Its side effects were brutal. It could cause nerve damage and numb a person’s limbs entirely.

Xion might never walk again, or never pick up his surgical knife and pens.

Allen’s hands trembled as he gave the vial to the Archduke. "Here," he whispered. "Help him swallow."

Darius didn’t hesitate. He cradled Xion’s head and gently tilted the liquid past his lips. "Swallow it, Xion. It’ll take the pain away."

The Archduke had never looked so terrifying before.

Now as Allen, Ray, Serena, and Noxian looked at him, they all could see the bloodlust that emanated off him.

The worry and fear in his eyes were so evident and so rampant that they were nearly manifested.

The way his fingers trembled slightly when they moved to touch Xion tenderly would be equally deadly for his enemies.

They all could see pure, maddening obsession— so intense it could suffocate them.

Serena lowered her gaze at Allen, who was preparing potions and carefully portioning them for Xion.

Just like them, Darius’ gaze was also fixed on his sick lover.

Xion’s cheeks were unnaturally flushed, his skin clammy. His once-bouncy black hair clung lifelessly to his neck, soaked with sweat and blood.

A sudden cough tore through him.

Finally, the tightly shut eyelashes fluttered weakly. "Darius..." he murmured in a barely audible tone.

"I am here," Darius carried Xion closer, careful not to hold him too tight. "I am here, Xion."

That voice seemed to bring a flicker of life to Xion’s dead eyes.

"It’s too cold..." he whispered softly in a cracked voice. He had since regained a little consciousness from collapsing earlier on, but now he was in immense discomfort.

"Darius, make it hotter. Warmer," the feeble fingers clutched at the fabric of his clothes, trying his best to snuggle his face into his lover’s chest.

However, Xion didn’t seem to hear anything. Gasping for fresh air, he kept repeating deliriously, "Darius, I want warmth." I want your warmth, please, please, don’t throw me into that cold place.

But... "Darius," he choked. A bloody tear rolled down his eye.

Am I very selfish for staying with you even when I am such a mess?

"Sorry, I..." I’m creating so much trouble for you.

His bloodshot green eyes blurred as a stream of hot tears slid down his cheek and onto Xion’s forehead. "I won’t leave you, sweetheart. Never. You are mine, Xion. You were and always will be."

Darius still likes me. For now, that was enough.

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