Chapter 102: A human ragdoll
There was a lot of fumbling, but Sam was a lot stronger than he looked. Honestly, he was just as thin as Lord Blackburn was, but he was able to get the job done, while Cass remembered he could barely do any pushups.
Cass felt like he couldn’t stop sighing, but Sam made no comment on it as he tucked his clothes around him, making sure he wasn’t naked anymore. He did seem quite concerned at the colour of his nipples, and the fact that there was dried blood. He didn’t say anything as he then turned, grabbed the full jug, and got the healing tonic ready. Cass winced, already not looking forward to the awful taste filling his mouth.
It had been long enough that he forgot some of it, but his body remembered. He knew it was awful, and an anticipation shiver ran down his spine. Sam spooned some of the red powder into the water, and Cass and Sam watched as it turned black. He gave it a few stirs around the glass before he approached Cass with the glass, his expression grim.
"Are you ready, my Lord?" Sam asked, his hand shaking slightly. "You shouldn’t be having this on an empty stomach but..." Sam trailed off, swallowing thickly as Cass let out a chuckle.
"I tried my best, Sam. I just don’t remember when I last ate." Cass muttered and Sam looked pained when he heard that.
"Right. Let’s have Byron grab you some food. I trust him to be able to do so without hurting you." Sam muttered, surprising Cass before he raised the glass to his lips. As soon as it did, Cass nearly hurled, but Sam grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to drink from the glass even if Cass fought against him.
It was involuntary at this point. He couldn’t help it. His body instinctively reacted this way, and Cass understood why. He wanted to throw up, the taste awful, but he didn’t think his stomach bile would hold a candle to the pure sewer water pouring down his throat. So thick and viscous he felt like he was choking on it.
Sam’s grim face stared at him, making sure that Cass swallowed as much as he could until the glass was empty. As soon as that was done, Sam released him, putting the glass to the side to come back and wipe up the mess he’d made with the healing tonic, using the shirt he’d covered Cass’ body with to clean him up.
"Alright. You’ve consumed the healing tonic. I’ll go inform Byron of our plans, and hopefully, I can call over Sir Forsythe at the same time." Cass nodded weakly, shuddering as the taste lingered.