Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 143: Wake her up!

Trivet took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he glanced at the monitors beside the bed. The patient lay motionless, her pale body riddled with cuts and bruises, her breathing shallow but steady. "She’s sedated," he announced, his voice trembling slightly. He signaled to Uva, who was already crouched near her oversized bag, pulling out an assortment of bottles and vials. The sight of so many mysterious concoctions made Trivet’s stomach churn.

Internally, he cursed the situation. Why was I even called here? The witch clearly knows what she’s doing. His eyes flicked back to the monitors, the cold green numbers offering a sense of stability in the chaos.

"A doctor has to be present," Uva said, her tone calm but tinged with annoyance, as though she could hear his thoughts. She uncorked a vial with practiced ease and began mixing drops of different potions into a small bottle. "I can give potions, but there’s no way to gauge how much her body can take before it begins to reject them. That’s where you come in—you can read the machines."

Trivet’s face twisted into a frown. "No! I can’t read your mind," Uva added sharply, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He stiffened, realizing how transparent his thoughts must have been. The look of alarm on his face deepened as he watched her pour the first potion into the patient’s mouth, her lips moving in whispered incantations.

The liquid didn’t behave as he expected. Instead of sliding down the patient’s throat, it coiled around her tongue like a living thing. Trivet’s jaw dropped as he watched the potion glow faintly, the tongue regenerating right before his eyes. The speed of the healing was visible, the tissue knitting itself together as though time had been reversed.

’I’m definitely not needed here,’ Trivet thought, trying to keep his expression neutral. Yet, his mind raced. Witches were outlawed in werewolf territories, their presence punishable by death—a fate that extended to anyone harboring them. And here he was, in the presence of one, healing a lover Cain wasn’t even supposed to have. If this ever came to light, the repercussions would be catastrophic.

Does Cain really plan to keep us alive? Trivet wondered. His eyes darted back to Uva, who was now pouring another potion into a second vial. The patient’s skin, marred with bruises and deep cuts, began to repair itself as Uva moved the potion across her body. Each injury closed seamlessly, leaving behind unblemished skin. Trivet, a seasoned doctor who had seen more than his fair share of miracles in the medical field, found himself dumbfounded by the efficiency and precision of her magic.

The sound of the door opening snapped them both to attention. Their heads turned simultaneously to see Cain stride in, his movements smooth and deliberate. In one hand, he carried a jar filled with eyes floating in a viscous liquid; in the other, a blood-soaked cloth. His presence commanded the room, and even without a word, the air seemed to grow heavier.

Trivet’s instinct kicked in, and he bowed immediately, doing his best to avoid Cain’s piercing gaze. The witch followed suit, her bow graceful but tinged with a calm confidence that Trivet envied. "My lord," she greeted, her voice steady.

Cain’s golden eyes shifted to her. Without preamble, he extended the jar toward Uva. "I’m guessing you need this to heal her." His tone was even, but the weight of his words hung in the air.

Uva accepted the jar with both hands, bowing slightly. "Yes, my lord. She should regain her sight within twenty-four hours," she replied, her voice respectful but unwavering. Without hesitation, she opened the jar, reaching inside to retrieve the eyes as though handling common trinkets.

Trivet’s stomach churned at the sight. His mind raced with questions he dared not voice. How is she so composed? How can she handle this so casually? The way the human eyes were being handled was enough to make his hands tremble, yet Uva’s were steady as she soaked the eyes in a pitch-black solution that seemed to absorb light and the darkest he had ever seen.

"Is that... hygienic?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. His eyes flicked to the monitors, half-expecting the patient’s vitals to spike, but they remained steady.

Uva ignored him, focusing entirely on her task. With delicate precision, she removed the cloth covering the patient’s empty sockets and placed the eyes back where they belonged. The black liquid oozed slightly before being absorbed into the tissue. Trivet winced as she closed and bound the sockets, sealing them with a faint golden thread of magic.

"That should be it," Uva announced, stepping back. Her tone was light, as though she had just completed a routine procedure.

Trivet, however, felt anything but relieved. The tension in the room seemed to spike, and he dared not lift his head to meet Cain’s gaze. His heart pounded so loudly he was certain everyone could hear it.

"What if he decides to get rid of us now?" The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and his legs felt weak. His worst fears seemed realized when Cain’s voice cut through the silence, directed at him.

"I won’t kill you, Doctor," Cain said, his tone calm but carrying an edge that made Trivet’s blood run cold. "You still have a patient to treat."

The words offered no comfort. All Trivet heard was the unspoken threat: not yet. He swallowed hard, his hands instinctively gripping the edge of the monitor stand for support. Cain’s gaze shifted to Uva.

"She won’t feel any pain?" Cain asked, his voice softer but still laced with menace.

Uva bowed slightly, shaking her head. "No, my lord. But it would be better to let her sleep for the next twenty-four hours. If she wakes, the pain will be almost as bad as when her eyes were... taken." Her voice faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly.

Cain nodded, his expression unreadable. "But the pain takes time to kick in?" he pressed. Uva nodded again, glancing briefly at Trivet before responding.

"Yes, my lord. It will take a little while."

Cain’s next words sent a chill down Trivet’s spine. "Wake her up. Then get out. Wait by the door."

Uva’s composure faltered for the briefest moment, her eyes widening in surprise. "My lord..." she began, but Cain’s gaze silenced her.

"Do as I say," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Uva and Trivet exchanged a glance before nodding in unison. Uva reached for another vial, her hands moving quickly but carefully as she prepared the mixture to counteract the sedative. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

As Uva administered the potion, Trivet’s gaze flicked to Cain. The lord stood at the foot of the bed, his imposing presence seemed to make the oxygen in the room much harder to breathe in. The bloody cloth still hung from his hand, a stark reminder of the violence that had brought them here.

’What have I gotten myself into?’ Trivet thought, as he walked out right behind Uva the moment she was done, making sure to shut the door behind him.