The Prince and the Assassin (closed o/o)

“Give me a little bit, maybe? I’ll see if I’m stable enough to go soon. I just woke up after all,” Felix suggested, “but don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

Felix lifted the edge of his shirt up just far enough to reveal the bandaging on his side. He examined what he could from the outside. The wound had bled through the bandages a bit, but the blood was long dried.
He frowned.
“Old man got me good, didn’t he?”

Felix cracked a smile. "It's okay to make jokes about it. For me, making light of the situation makes it hurt a little less. Doesn't work for everyone, but it keeps me from internalizing my anger and stress too much."

Felix slowly and carefully stood up. It hurt to move, but he wasn’t feeling quite as faint as the first time, but still a little bit.
“I’m just getting some water,” he said as he moved towards the kitchen.
He bit down on his lip a bit, then gritted his teeth to bear the pain that shot through his side. It made it hard to stand up straight.

Ugh… I shouldn’t be up like this but I’m ashamed to ask for help… I barely know the guy.
Felix managed to get into the kitchen, where he hunched over the counter, panting softly.
There was a glass pitcher full of water from the well in town. Felix grabbed for it, and it skittered out of his hand and onto the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“I-I’m fine… I just dropped something… Oh gods, I’m so sorry…” Felix replied, a very rushed and panicked quality under his voice.

Felix watched in awe as Eclipse fixed the broken glassware. The floor was still wet, but Felix was too amazed to pay it any mind.
“Oh… you can do that?” he whispered.

"And blame it all on you, huh?" Felix sighed, "Gods, they all sound like the worst. I can be a bit of an ass, but I already treat you better than they did. It doesn't take much. In fact, it takes more effort to be cruel to someone than to show basic kindness."
"Thanks for fixing that, by the way. My hand just slipped is all…"

Thyra came into the kitchen carrying an oil lamp. The shattering glass had woken her up.
"Is everything alright here?"
Felix nodded. "I just dropped something. But it's fixed now."
"Alright… just go back to resting, dear. You don't need to be up."
Felix scowled as she turned away to go back to bed.
"She's right, but…" Felix muttered to Eclipse.

Felix frowned. "Yeah… yeah… That's all true… I'm feeling really restless and helpless, and it's making it harder for me, you know? And the pain? Damned frustrating."

Felix went back to sit down in the chair he'd been in, sighing heavily.
"If nothing else, I'm glad he's dead now. Won't be able to manipulate any more kids. From that perspective, it was worth it."

Felix fell silent, lowering his head a bit. He sighed once before shifting his position. Pain lanced through his side again, and he clutched at the wound instinctively, sort of protecting it. Felix let out a soft gasp.

Felix moistened his lips nervously and closed his eyes.
Just go away… I can't keep going when I'm not able to move without a reminder of my stupidity.
He kept one hand over his side and steadied his breathing. Getting upset and frustrated was not going to help.

“I’m worried about you getting caught,” Felix admitted, “I don’t think I’d be trying to push myself so hard otherwise.”

"I… I don't know, but something tells me you're definitely worth it. Your impression of me might be rash at best because of the lengths I've gone, huh?" Felix replied, "Besides, I have had a taste of what it means to be unwanted by your blood family, so I guess I'm a bit sympathetic to your situation."