Page 100 of The Rat

“I’mfine.”

Captain flared hisnostrils, andRory raised his hands.

“After breakfast, I’ll seeif the doctor will take a look.”

“Good.”

Sebastian walked over to the tablewith two trays of breakfast. He slid one in front of Rory, then satdown with his own.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Getting breakfast after a night ofpassion, its traditional, right?”

Rory blushed, then stirred hisporridge.

“Your hands.” Sebastian muttered.“They’reworse than I thought.”

“I told him he should see thedoctor.” Captain said.

“And so heshould.”

“After breakfast.”

Sebastian pulled the tray away.“No, now.They could be broken.”

“They’re notbroken.”

“They’re black andblue.”

Ollie hummed. “I would’ve said, mauveand mulberry.”

“What?”

“Shades ofpurple.”

Rory rolled hiseyes. “The artpolice again.”

“Stop saying that,” Ollie hissed.

“You need to get your handslooked at.” Sebastian said firmly.

“Fine, I give in,I’ll ask tosee the doctor.”

The guard took him through thegates, and down the corridor that led to theinfirmary. Hestepped inside, and the doctor waved him over to a bed.

“Lay down.”

“I don’t need to laydown.”

“Just do it.”

Rory huffed, then laid down on thebed.

The doctor prodded Rory’s knuckles,and he hissed.

“That hurt?”

Rory frowned. “Yeah, I didn’thissforfun.”

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