The Doll and The Prince - v2 Chapter 70 (Patreon)

Naruhito (35)
When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar room on an unfamiliar bed.
Hiiro was not there.

"Hiiro?"

I called out because I didn't want him not to be there.

"Are you awake, Naruhito?"

I didn’t call for Ikumatsu.

"Hiiro."
"His Highness is currently out."

Left behind? Even though I said I would go too.
I said I would go too!
Feeling nauseous, I got out of bed. I felt dizzy and ended up sitting down right away.

"Naruhito, it's dangerous to move so suddenly. Listen to your body and consult whether you can move or not. Right now, it should be telling you that you can't move."

Annoying. Bodies don't talk!
I stood up while glaring at Ikumatsu.
There's no injury anywhere, and I don't have a fever. See, I'm fine.
As I searched for the door and walked towards it, Ikumatsu stopped me.

"It's no good."

As I was about to push him away with force, I saw a syringe in Ikumatsu's hand.

"I'm serious too. But I'll lose in a contest of strength. There's no other choice but this, but I don't want to use it. Naruhito, please. Please listen to me."

I hate injections. I hate medicine. And I hate Ikumatsu.
I released the tension in my body, and it was even difficult to stand.
I ended up sitting down with Ikumatsu.

Frustrated, nauseated, I hated everything, and tears started flowing.

"Thank you, Naruhito. I'll give you some juice, so let's go back to bed."

Ikumatsu put away the syringe and lifted me up.
I wanted to tell him not to touch me, but I didn't want to move.

"You're as light as ever."

Ikumatsu said worriedly and handed me a mixed juice. It was a different color than usual.
Sniffling, I sucked on the straw. It didn't taste like anything. I tilted the cup to my mouth. It trickled down, making me feel nauseous. It was too sweet and not tasty at all.
I handed the cup back to Ikumatsu while still coughing.

"Aren't you going to drink it?"
"Water."

I received water to cleanse my palate and drank it. I'm done. I pulled the blanket over my head and curled up. Tears welled up again.

"What about dinner, Naruhito?"

I don't want it!