Michael wasn't sure he believed her. Surely, she wasn't used to taking care of people who were meant to be under her, people who were meant to be at her neck and call. But, her words at least made him feel a little better because, while he knew he was being a hassle, at least she didn't outright seem to mind it too much, and it made him hopeful that maybe she wouldn't punish him, maybe he'd be spared from punishments from now on. With how kind she seemed to be, he could feel that hope growing, causing his heart to swell slightly, and he nodded weakly to her words. "Okay," he whispered, though his voice cracked, breaking with everything he'd been through, and he tried to force his tears to cease. Leaning to drink the water, he couldn't help but to gulp it down almost desperately, unable to remember the last time he'd been granted a drink, even just a sip. But, as he realized what he was doing, he pulled back from the bottle and dropped his gaze, realizing he'd spilled some on the floor, and he felt his heart pounding with fear. "I - I'm sorry, I didn't meant to." He couldn't bring himself to lift his gaze after that, too worried about the possibility of seeing anger on the gorgeous woman's face. He wanted to remember her kind expressions, he didn't want those memories to be tainted, but he paused when he felt her wiping away his tears. His gaze lifted to her and he watched her for a long while before nodding. "Okay, I'll do that." Clearing his throat weakly, he shifted to gently peel off his shirt, hissing out and cringing in pain with the way the fabric caught at the wounded skin, tugging at the injuries because of the way his shirt stuck to his skin from the sticky blood. Almost whimpering, he finally got it off, his muscles aching with the movement, and he turned to head to the bathroom, though he'd paused when he heard Pea talking to one of the staff members and, looking over, he watched her in shock, surprised with how she was doing so much for him.
Liz could feel her heart breaking with seeing Luke crying and she swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her own eyes began to water, and she offered a weak smile. "It's not okay, you don't have to pretend that it is," she assured him quietly, because it wasn't. He didn't deserve anything that happened to him. When he pulled his shirt off, though, she felt her heart sink, her stomach twisting, and she lifted her hand to her mouth, shocked with the damage her father had done to him. "Oh, my -" Feeling her tears threatening to break surface on Luke's behalf, she cleared her throat, knowing that it wasn't her place to cry, Luke was the one in pain. "You go relax in the tub. When you're ready to have your back cleaned, call for me and I'll be there." Turning, she headed to her door, opening it to look to the nearest staff member. "Richard, I need you to go get something warm to drink, with honey, and have the cooks prepare their best dishes. I want it brought here, along with a first aid kit and a silk robe for men." Because the silk wouldn't pull against Luke's wounds. "And, after all of that is brought here, I need you to stay here to await his clothes, then to have them cleaned and get him new clothes from the store." While Liz hated her father, she was at least good at throwing out orders like he was - it was the only similarity Liz knew for sure she had with her father. "And, from this day, you are to treat Luke with absolute respect. If he has a request, you abide by it, no questions. It's what you're paid for, after all." She scoffed lowly, but when Richard stood there and stared at her, she scowled and glared. "What are you staring at? Go! Now!" Huffing, she slammed her door on the man.
November 14th, 2018 at 04:35am