Hearing about Skynder's current condition and need to rest, the rest of the family reluctantly left without seeing him.
Inside the hospital, multiple doctors watched from afar to make sure he stayed fine. Skynder was able to rest, missing the next few days of school. A few people ca to visit him but the doctors turned them away as he had not yet awoken.
Finally, on the third day, he woke up naturally. His entire body was sore and aching, and he could feel an acute pain in his body.
Most of the feelings quickly faded away, leaving only the feeling of sothing different about him.
He then rembered what had happened before. He rembered his injuries and his conversations.
However, more importantly, he rembered the vial.
Skynder looked around, and saw a box next to his hospital bed. It was sitting on a desk. He opened it, and the vial was inside.
Skynder looked at it with glowing eyes.
His mind raced with countless thoughts. This only lasted a few monts before multiple doctors entered his room, alerted that he had awoken.
They began to ask him questions. "Lord Skynder, how are you feeling?"
"Does your face hurt?"
"How is your breathing?"
Skynder waved them all off. Speaking wasn't good, so he just gave a thumbs up, indicating that he was fine.
They nodded in relief and began to examine him. Skynder returned the vial to the box as they did so.
They took half an hour to confirm that he was in good health.
"We've already sent the news to Baron Sky. They should be here within the hour."
Skynder nodded and continued to rest as the doctors left.
His peace and quiet only lasted around forty minutes before his room was burst into by a bunch of people.
They surrounded him and asked if he was okay. Skynder repeatedly nodded in confirmation.
Eventually, they cald down from their initial surge and asked so questions.
"What exactly happened? We heard a bit, but not everything."
Skynder tried speaking for the first ti since waking up.
"I was experinting with poisonous materials and accidentally inhaled so poison."
His voice was rough and scratchy, sounding dark. It instantly caused surprise.
It was at this ti that a doctor, who had entered a mont ago, spoke. "It would be harmful for Lord Skynder to speak too much right now, and possibly forever. I would recomnd avoiding questions that can't be answered with a thumbs up or thumbs down."
Skynder's family reluctantly nodded.
Skyrge asked a question. "So, when does this mask co off?"
Sitting over nearly a third of Skynder's face, covering his mouth, was a large white mask. It was strapped to his face.
The doctor hesitated for a mont before speaking. "Barring any miracles or new dical developnts... I'm afraid Lord Skynder will have to keep the mask on for the rest of his life. We can, however, customize it in terms of size, color, and design. Anything we can do to help, we will do without hesitation."
His words made Skynder's family suddenly feel pity.
Luckily, his looks weren't too terribly damaged to the point of being ugly. Only a small part of his face not covered by the mask was affected, looking wrinkled and aged.
Skynder and his family were told by the doctor that he could be discharged from the hospital if he felt up to it.
Skynder naturally did so.
He stood up and was able to move steadily. Unfortunately, it being hard to breathe, he was unable to exert himself to a large degree. Running for more than a minute would cause him to uncontrollably cough for an unknown period of ti. Even the mask would only be able to slightly relieve it.
He walked to a carriage, being slightly held up by lly. lly seed to have forgotten about his words to her, but it was most likely only an act.
Skynder soon reached a carriage, able to walk alone, and entered it. Surprisingly, nobody entered it except his father. There were other carriages for everyone else.
His father looked at him seriously with his arms crossed.
Skynder was not sure what to say. He did not know why his father wanted to talk to him alone.
Finally, his father spoke. "These experints, you really want to keep doing them?"
Skynder nodded without hesitation.
"Why?" His father asked simply.
Skynder attempted to speak, his voice coming out muffled and rough. "It is simply my passion in life."
His father shook his head. "When did it get like this?"
It felt rhetorical, but Skynder answered it. "After going to the Imperial Capital."
His father sighed. "They say that the person you are when you first enter the Imperial Capital and the person you are when you leave are not the sa. It was true for , it is true for others, and it seems it was true for you as well."
Skynder nodded.
His father sat in silence for a mont before speaking again. "It seems like I can't stop you even if I want to, so know this. You have a family that cares about you. Don't go risking your life or harming yourself, understand?"
Skynder nodded.
The rest of the short carriage ride was taken in silence.
When they arrived, Skynder walked out of the carriage without support. He actually felt good, save for his throat.
Breathing seed as if it would be difficult for the rest of his life.
Still, Skynder had things to do. After reassuring his family that he was fine, he went to his room and took the poison vial out of the box. He then had a servant bring all of the other stuff that had been with him in the hospital to his room.
This included his notes, his cauldron, and a few other miscellaneous instrunts.
Skynder looked at the vial, then at the notes. "Might as well play it safe."
All of his materials and ingredients were at the school, safely stored in a room, so he would have to wait until tomorrow to do what he wanted to do.
However, he was able to prepare. He called a servant in the room and told them to have a few things ready at the school for tomorrow
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