Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 64: Reverse condition

Chapter 64: Reverse condition

Back inside Lucian’s chamber, Ave’s eyes widened as she saw the state he was in on his bed. He lay there without moving while his chest rose and fell slowly; one wouldn’t even notice his breathing until looking closely. He looked pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the white shirt on his body had a bloodstain on the side.

Dropping the lamp on the nightstand, she climbed onto the bed and gently pulled his head onto her lap. She touched his face with her hand and gasped at his heated temperature. He was burning up so badly that she quickly pulled back her hand from the heat.

"Lucian?" she called gently, patting his cheek to wake him up. "Can you hear me?" she asked as his eyes slowly opened and then shut again before he groaned and tried to move his head away from her lap.

"Lay still," Ave warned, pulling his head back onto the pillow as she stepped to the side and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the swollen, dark wound on his side. The edges of the cut had turned dark, and the center looked so red it frightened her.

"Oh my God, Lucian. Why did you leave the wound untreated until now? Do you want to die from infection and blood loss?" she scolded as she pried his shirt away from his sweat-covered torso and ran panickedly to get the box she had kept on the desk.

"How come this wound didn’t heal while the other one did? Are your powers not working anymore?" she asked, looking confusedly at the items in the box and then back at the ominous-looking wound. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t possibly stitch a wound that had started to swell and get infected, could she?

Ave knew nothing about medicine, as her dreams had nothing to do with that field, and she had never bothered to learn about injuries and their treatment. She knew how to treat small injuries like cuts, but not something like this.

The fact that it was because of her that he was in this condition made her even more scared and filled with remorse. Ave picked up the needle in the box, sterilized it with the flame in the lamp, and then walked back to Lucian, intending to sew the open wound. With shaky hands, she reached for the wound, but Lucian, who she had thought was falling into unconsciousness, reached out and grabbed her wrist without even opening his eyes.

Even his palm was so hot that Ave could feel it burning her skin. He wasn’t just suffering from the wound but from a bad fever. She glanced at his eyes, which had now opened and were regarding her intensely with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Let go of me so I... I can stitch the wound for you from where the physician left off," she said nervously. She wasn’t brave enough to stitch the wound but would do it because she didn’t want him dying.

His pale lips parted, and he muttered something Ave couldn’t hear. "What did you say?" she asked with a frown.

"...don’t stitch..." was all she heard.

"Then what should I do?" Ave asked, feeling her head spinning from everything. If she didn’t stitch it, what else could she do to treat him? When his mouth moved to speak again, she quickly leaned forward, putting her ear close to his lips. However, she had moved too far forward, and when he moved his lips, they grazed against her earlobe, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end while sending a tingling feeling down her spine. She would have pulled away if she weren’t so desperate to help him.

His warm breath fell on her ear, and she subconsciously gripped a handful of his shirt as he spoke into her ear. "...get a knife and heat it and then use it to burn the wound..."

Ave’s eyes widened. That was worse than stitching! How on earth was she going to burn him with a heated knife? Wouldn’t that be painful?

Ave turned her head to look at him, but she had forgotten she was leaning so close that when she turned her head to speak, her lips grazed his, and she momentarily froze in shock before quickly moving back, heat rushing to her neck and making its way to her cheeks. Seeing how her momentary mistake hadn’t caused a reaction from the sick man, she didn’t think too much of it and cleared her throat.

"Wouldn’t it hurt to burn the wound with a heated knife?" she asked as she glanced at his eyes that were looking at her. He closed his eyes and opened them before muttering, "Hurry up and do it..."

Ave cursed under her breath before she went in search of a knife. She was about to run out and go to the kitchen when she noticed his dagger on the desk and ran to it. She reached for the dagger so quickly that instead of holding the handle, she grabbed the blade and ended up cutting her hand as the blade was that sharp.

The pain made her quickly retract her hand, and she gasped before glaring accusingly at the man on the bed and then back at the dagger. She was usually not this clumsy, but her messed-up mind due to worry was making her panic and do everything hastily. And now her hand was bleeding so much that she couldn’t even stop to treat it because of Lucian’s condition.

Wiping the blood on her dress, she picked up the dagger and ran back to his side. Heating it on the flame, she brought it nervously towards the wound, biting down on her lips. However, before the heated dagger could touch his wound, the blood from her injured palm dropped squarely on the open wound, and she saw something magical happen right before her eyes.

The swollen, dark-looking open wound began to slowly close up with a small purple light emitting from it. "What the hell?" Ave gasped as she moved her hand that held the dagger away to see properly. She watched in astonishment as the wound healed itself and then closed up as if it had never been there.

Not believing her eyes, she reached out and traced her fingertips over the smooth skin where the wound had been a moment ago, before glancing up to look at Lucian, only to see that his sickly appearance had also recovered and his face was back to normal, where he was now scowling up at her with his burning gaze.

"What just happened?" she asked in disbelief, not fearing his glare as she was still shocked. One moment the wound was there, but a single drop of her blood had made it heal. Ave glanced at her palm, where her own wound was still there and was beginning to hurt even more than it had a moment ago. It hurt so bad that she grabbed it with her other hand and fell down the side of the bed in pain.

"What the hell is happening? Why is a small cut hurting this badly?" she cried as the pain made her eyes moisten and made her body shake. Though it had hurt her when she cut her hand, it hadn’t hurt this much.

Ave cried out in pain and began to curse at Lucian, and before she knew it, he was out of the bed and was now crouching down beside her. He reached out and gently pulled her small hand into his large one to inspect the wound.

The hand was hurting so badly that Ave tried to pull it away from his, but he held on firmly and warned in a gentle voice, "Stay still, let me take a look." He said as he looked at her tear-filled eyes and then back at her hand, which was beginning to swell and darken just like his injured side.

Lucian’s brows pulled together as he stared at her palm, which was slowly darkening and swelling. He had been unable to heal himself and was dying from the pain of the poison and the wound, but her blood had healed him somehow.

"Fuck!" Ave cursed as she watched her hand worsen. "Why is it looking like that? Will I die from this? Is your dagger magical or infected? Oh my God, you must have put poison on it. I cannot die like this. It’s hurting so bad! Do something!" she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as the pain was starting to become unbearable.

Lucian would have reprimanded her for using that curse word he had warned her never to use again if he hadn’t just realized that his injury and pain had transferred to her own palm as her blood had healed him. Even he himself hadn’t been able to endure the pain, not to mention her.

Lucian didn’t waste time; he picked her up from the floor and placed her on his bed while adjusting a pillow behind her back so she could lean back on the headboard. "Stay still, I don’t know how it happened, but my wound has transferred to you. I’ll try my best to stop the pain," he assured her as she looked up at him with wide, panicked blue eyes.

"How is that possible?" she asked through her sobs. It was like her entire hand was starting to be affected by the pain and was making her feel light-headed. Though she was the reason he was injured, she wasn’t that selfless to want to take his pain into her own body.

"I don’t know," he said as he turned and took the box of medicine she had kept on the nightstand and looked through it for something, but when he couldn’t find what he was looking for, he stood up from the bed, but Ave quickly reached to grab his shirt with her good hand.

"Where are you going? Will I lose my hand? I don’t want to lose my hand, though it’s not my hand, I can’t live with one hand. I will..."

"If you don’t let go and shut up so I can help you, you will lose your hand indeed." He warned calmly, and she quickly released his shirt and glared at him with tear-filled eyes.

Lucian left the chamber briefly and returned with some bottles of several medicines held in both hands. He sat on the side of the bed and picked up one of the bottles while reaching out for her injured hand, but Ave pulled it away from his reach.

"What is that?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the bottle in his hand.

"Poison," he deadpanned with a glare.

"P-poison?" she stammered. "You want to poison me when all I did was help you? You’re so heartless," she cried out.

Lucian sighed deeply. He didn’t know that the woman wasn’t just annoying but stupid. "It’s not poison; now give me your hand if you don’t want it getting worse."

Ave would have still refused if the pain hadn’t shot up again. She didn’t need to be told twice before she placed her hand in his open palm, which he held out to her. He closed his fingers around her hand and used his other hand to drop the liquid from the bottle onto her palm.

Immediately, Ave felt the pain begin to numb slowly; however, the wound was still there.

"What is this stuff?" she asked as he picked up another bottle and dropped the liquid on the wound again. He didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, he picked up the third bottle and tipped it towards her lips. Ave automatically opened her mouth, and he emptied the entire bottle into it. She scrunched her nose at the bitter taste and the unpleasant smell. However, as soon as she swallowed, the pain in her hand disappeared completely, though the wound was still there.

Her eyes widened. "What kind of medicine is this?" she asked in wonderment as she stared at the now three empty bottles he’d brought with him.

"It’s a pain reliever. It will help with the pain until tomorrow. I’ll get a physician to treat you properly in the morning." The medicines were the ones he used to numb the pain from his poison and were almost impossible to find. These three last bottles were all that remained for him.