Chapter 23: Isn’t this a bit ridiculous?
As if his headache had been waiting for Cass to hear just enough information, it came back in full force.
Cass groaned, his head throbbing and Sam and Sir Forsythe grew concerned immediately.
"My Lord?" Sam rushed over first, concern on his face as Cass clenched onto his head.
Unlike the times before where it had just felt like a classic, pounding headache, this time it felt like probing needles were digging into his head. It was extremely painful, and Cass couldn’t control the way his face twisted in pain.
Each centimeter that it felt like the prongs sunk, the more throbbing pain radiated from each point. It felt like hundreds of thousands of the prongs were reaching into his mind, into his brain and Cass wanted to scream.
No noise would come out, and Sam and Sir Forsythe were panicking.
"What do we do? We can’t call Lady Ava!" Sam was frantic, his hands soft and delicate on Cass’ shoulders. Cass couldn’t even shake off the touches, unable to speak. Unable to tell him that his fingers felt like ants on his skin.
"We should call a healer from a different religion. Damn it, we should have done this when he first got injured!" Sir Forsythe cursed, pacing the space before the desk. "Should I go right now? Damn it, I can’t leave. There are no other guards on right now! Curse my poor planning!" Cass would have laughed if he wasn’t in such unimaginable pain.
Fuck the "gods" if this was how they planned to give him the whole book. Those damn monsters!
Cass could feel his heartbeat in his chest, the blood in his veins, the way his lungs heaved as he tried to get air into his body. Everything in his body came to an excruciating point until he felt like his head was going to explode, then,
Nothing.