I'll go get her instead," he rasped hurriedly, looking anywhere else but at Derek's direction.
Nicholas' fear was obvious, and in a pathetic way. But he couldn't be blamed; experience had taught him more than he wished for.
He couldn't be mistaken enough to be left alone in the same space as the psychopath.
Without waiting for anyone to approve his volunteer, he immediately left the chamber.
A meditative silence filled the room after and a while later, a middle aged woman slowly entered and following behind at same pace was Nicholas.
Once, Margaret had entered, she bowed in reverence and hastened her steps to the bedside. With her head hung low_ to avoid meeting an irascible silvery gaze_ she sauntered to the opposite side of the bed and placed her working kit gingerly on the corner of the bed.
Seeing the state of the girl on the bed, her countenance turned bitterly solemn and she got to work immediately while lamenting on the girl's behalf.