The Hunter Mage

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

“Shut up!” He yelled at the screaming crowd. “You get the exact punishment if you are not ready by the time I am back. If anyone is still in the room by the time I am back, I will assume you did not get ready in time and you will be assigned to the toilets.”

This erupted cries from everybody and Vernon immediately heard extra noises as everybody rushed at what else they needed to do before it was time for breakfast. Sir Phillips did not try to stop the noise, instead, he headed out of the room with Vernon in his hands taking long strides at a time as he rushed to the infirmary.

Vernon could do nothing but go with the flow, his head hurt more as Sir Phillips walked with him but he could do anything about it let alone complain. He wanted to open his eyes to at least see how long was left before they would stop moving. He did not know exactly where they were going to but at least he had confirmed that it was not the bathroom.

Sir Phillips would not have had a need to give the speech if he was still in the room which meant they were going out, it was safe to assume it was the infirmary. He did not know which was better, whether Sir Phillips should walk slower so his head would hurt less or walk faster so he would get to the infirmary in a short time and stop moving altogether.

However, there was no point thinking about it because it was pretty obvious he did not have a say in the matter. He just tried to stay as still as he could to prevent unnecessary movement on his part as he basically tried to enjoy the ride. On a good day that would have been possible but not today.

“Sir Phillips,” the madame who was at the infirmary yelled at the sight of him. “What are you…” she immediately kept quiet as she saw the bundle of joy he held and instantly jumped out of her seat to help him out.

“Do not worry,” he said to her as he made his way to the only bed in the room. There he carefully placed Vernon onto it and mindful about his head, he gently placed it too and arranged a pillow beneath it.

The happiness Vernon felt was intense and he knew if he could he would have blown Sir Phillips a kiss. His thoughts were interrupted as the madame in the infirmary began to ask a ton of questions.

“What happened to him?” she asked first.

“I don’t know,” was the reply Sir Phillps gave her.

However, she was not done and then proceeded to ask the same question in a different manner. “Did he fall?”

Vernon did not need to open his eyes to see the way Sir Phillips' brows dipped to show a frown. “I do not know,” he returned, slowly this time. “I just noticed he was lying in bed instead of getting ready. I tried to wake him up and that was when I noticed his high temperature and I immediately brought him here.”

Vernon had never heard Sir Phillips speak so slowly before but he figured it was to prevent further questioning from the madame. It was easy to tell when Sir Phillips was pissed and Vernon could bet his bottom dollars that right now, he was quite pissed off.

“Oh,” the madame muttered sheepishly and then stretched her hand to check Vernon’s temperature which of course was the first thing she should have done as soon as Sir Phillips had walked in with him. “Gah!” she screamed. “He is burning up.”

Sir Phillips rolled his eyes at her reaction which he thought was a little too slow, it was pretty obvious she did not care about the kid she did not have to pretend now. She immediately left his side and went to fetch a washcloth and a bowl. She poured some water into it and then dipped the washcloth into it before she placed it on his forehead.

“Is there anything you would like me to help with?” Sir Phillips asked, he did not trust the woman one bit and he knew what she was doing was not going to help much. Sure, it would reduce his temperature a little but what if the fever does not breakfast enough. He wanted to be sure that he would be leaving Vernon in good hands before he left.

“Yes,” she said without missing a beat and Sir Phillips almost regretted asking but whatever he could do to help he was willing to do it.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” He asked slowly and carefully, hoping the madame in question would notice his tone and phrase her request with care.

She took off the cloth she placed on his forehead and dipped it into the water, squeezed it out, and placed it on Vernon's forehead again before she spoke again. "Could you please help me get Bess?" She said softly as if checking her words.

Sir Phillips raised his brows but didn't say anything. Everybody knew Bess. She was basically the academy's only doctor. They all used her, he was not excluded. There was a time he had a nasty cough that no matter what he did it didn't go away.

He knew they would definitely need her help but he did not anticipate that he would be the one to get her. He rolled his eyes and waited for the Madame to finish speaking before he gave his response.

"I can't leave him to do that. I have to keep his temperature in check." She hurriedly added, a part of her knowing her request was ludicrous not because Sir Phillips couldn't get Bess but because it would have been easier for her to do that. It would not have taken long for her to do that either. Either she just wanted to stress him out or she didn't want to make the walk.