A medical emergency

[fadingworld]

A deep navy cloak hides his features and the more ornate tunic the courtesan usually wears to greet his clients. Mal hunches his shoulders and slides through the crowds hoping to avoid notice. He keeps his head down until he reaches the home of the doctor and wraps smartly on the door. "Open up," he calls in a voice that expects to be listened to.

How much time did he have? He could not have a client bleeding out. Not this one. Not one who had come to him for help, to be treated privately.

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[fadingworld]

The smile Mal gives Regis isn't practiced or perfect, it's sweet and genuine. No one had ever done that for him before.

He sips at the tea. "I feel incredibly lucky despite the circumstance," he says softly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"You had certainly managed to take yourself to the right place to fall so ill, intentional or not," Regis agrees with a smile, tone light. The honest smile the young man gives him does tug on him a bit, it's one he would like to see more of rather than the practices and pleasing smiles.

[fadingworld]

"You were the person I thought of," he said softly. He barks out a laugh, made harsh by the sore throat. "I was thinking we could talk while I got the tonic."

The fever has stripped him of many of his practicsed acts and he feeling pretty vulnerable. "You are not easy to forget."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I would venture a guess that it isn't often to sneak a physician through hidden passages to your chambers," he replies, half joking but soon reverting to a more sincere tone.

"I shall take that as a compliment."

[fadingworld]

Mal bites his lip to prevent a story or two spilling out about people who he has sneaked in.

"It was meant as one," he murmurs. But he shies away from saying anymore, "Is there any word from the Rose Thorn?"

[mandragoraspiritus]

Satisfied that Mal has drunk as much as he's able, Regis again carefully slides out from behind the other man and gently lays him back down to rest.

"Some, and not much good, I fear. A young girl has succumbed to the fever and many more are still struggling with the illness."

[fadingworld]

There is a sharp intake of breath from Mal. He shuts his eyes and says a quick prayer for the dead. Could the House ever recover from this?

He shakes his head dully. "The girls are known for their delicate beauty." He shuts his eyes. "I'm lucky I am here, with your sole attention."

[mandragoraspiritus]

A comforting hand comes to rest on Mal's shoulder, then. Even with his love of words, for once Regis doesn't say anything. Yes, Mal is lucky to be here, to not have to share a physician's attention and to have a physician that actually knows what he's doing. Regis knows of some of the doctors attending the courtesans and doe wouldn't give much for their supposed skills.

[fadingworld]

There are silent tears, reading into Regis' silence. "Do you ever think things happen for a reason?" he asks after a little.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I do not know," he replies somberly. "I do not know if there are any Gods, or if the universe has a reason for us. Perhaps the purpose is no more than what we make for ourselves."

[fadingworld]

"Today, I like to think there is a purpose," Mal says after a moment. "That if I survive this...its because I can make a contribution some day."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis hand squeezes gently down on Mal's shoulder, the tips of those sharp nails just barely coming to touch skin. "You will survive it, have no fear, he assures. "You will find your way to make your contribution."

[fadingworld]

Mal thinks that Regis does not like losing anyone he works on. And yet...he feels that the touch on his shoulder feels like it is just for him.


He looks up at Regis, "You have confidence in me," he says with some wonderment.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis does not like to fail, this is true, and he does have faith in his own skills. But he also has confidence in Mal.

"Naturally. If you did not have the strength and will to live and make it through this, you would not have lasted this far." Truly, Mal has been very ill indeed and is not out of the woods yet. But Regis still feels confident that he will make it.

[fadingworld]

"I certainly do not want die having only lived as courtesan." He does give into the impulse to curl up on his side, a much more natural resting position for him.

It dawns on him that he is naked and he looks amused. "I cannot believe I was asleep while you stripped me, I would have made at least 3 jokes had I been awake."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis leans back in his seat then, chuckling softly. "All the better then that you were asleep for it." All jokes aside, some professionalism might be in order.

"You will have to forgive me for not seeking your permission for it. I had to cool you down and you were far too deep into unconsciousness."

[fadingworld]

"No forgiveness is needed," Mal says easily. "I would have had no right to refuse you anyway." There is something heart breaking about the way Mal says it with no bitterness. He has a simple acceptance that he does not own the rights to his body.

[mandragoraspiritus]

That statement causes Regis to frown. "You always have the right to refuse," he says sternly. "At least here, you may always refuse and have your wish respected. I would perhaps question such a wish in circumstances like these, but nevertheless it is your right."

[fadingworld]

Mal shakes his head. "No, not according to my contract. To refuse and be found out would result in a whipping." He looks up, "You see I have to do everything to keep myself healthy and available. And in turn it is their duty to keep me safe, and punish a client should they break the house rules."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"We are not under a contract." A sharp-nailed hand gestures between them. "You have no such obligations towards me, nor would I ever wish you to. If you should wish me to return your clothes to you and to not remove them again, then I shall. If needed be I shall find some other way to keep you cool."

[fadingworld]

"I am under contract to the house, they would have things to say about," Mal says simply. "But be at peace Regis, I am not uncomfortable unclothed around you." He smiles up, "I trust you."

[mandragoraspiritus]

There is a reluctant acceptance to Regis then. It does please him that Mal trusts him and can be at ease around him, but the fact that Mal doesn't feel he has the rights to his own body does not sit well with the older man, not well at all.

He nods, perhaps somewhat curtly. "You should return to sleep, if you can. If you keep on improving, then next time we should see about getting some food into you."

[fadingworld]

Mal puzzles over the change in expression. Had he done something wrong? He settles down quietly. "Get some rest too," he says quietly and settles down to his own thoughts. They don't last for long and he's soon asleep again.

The sleep is more natural and he sleeps deper. When he wakes the next day he cautiously stretches his limbs out. "Good day," he says settling for a neutral time. He feels a little cooler nad thikning it would make Regis more comfortable he asks for a light blanket to throw over himself.

[mandragoraspiritus]

This time there is no immediate answer. A little distance from the bed in a chair by a desk Regis sits dozing. He has his legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his body and chin resting on his chest. It seems like the seemingly tireless barber-surgeon needs some rest after all.

[fadingworld]

Mal lifts his head, and spots him. It gives him a moment to study the other man. There is a sense of power to him even when he's resting and that interests him. He wasn't like his clients, there was no act that he could see. And he was handsome. Mal could see that, age was no barrier to him.

He takes an interest in the room. When he spots his desired blanket, he risks nemesis by getting out of bed and going to place it on Regis to keep him warm while he rests. It's not the wisest move for his body and it protests as he hopes to creep back to bed undetected.