Admittedly, Henry had been searching for excuses to leave his room.
And the woman he was interested in being injured was a perfect reason to do so. He was still burning to get to the bottom of whatever happened, but answers could come as soon as he knew she was alright.
The sight of blood seeping through wet bandages was enough for him to realize it wasn't something to brush past.
As he went down the hallway, to the objection of maids that had been occupying the other wing at the top of the stairs, he knew that his body was weaker than it was before being poisoned. His legs felt like wet noodles, and he could feel his heart racing at the strain.
How disappointing it was to know he was going to have to build himself from the ground up. He just hoped that the strongest woman he had ever witnessed would wait for him while he felt so pathetic because that's all he felt.
