[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Three Days Since Xion Woke Up

Adjusting to one eye took more than just time and patience. Honestly, if Darius hadn’t been by his side, Xion would’ve been a canvas of red and purple blotches by now.

Bruises still marked his knees and arms from bumping into things. fгeewebnovёl.com

The problem was the dream in which he could see perfectly with his right eye. It gave him a fragile hope.

But reality dropped the bucket of cold water onto that flickering hope the moment he opened his eyes.

All he could see were swirling patterns and blurry shapes.

The only face he could make out was Darius’, who was on the same pillow as him. Or rather, Xion had been using his muscular chest as his makeshift cushion.

With the fever gone, his mind had cleared enough to notice how haggard the Archduke looked.

The red rims beneath his pale green eyes looked so pitiful. The Archduke seemed as if he were in more pain than the patient himself.

Call him a sadist if you must, but looking at Darius’ condition made Xion’s lips tilt up.

Why? Because it meant he had an unshakable place in Darius’ heart.

He’d always sensed the possessiveness, but it was only after losing his sight that he truly saw it. Darius had been taking care of him without any rest.

So he tried harder to adjust to his distorted vision. As much as Darius’ concern warmed him, he didn’t want to see that expression on his face ever again.

With a new calm settling over his emotions, he held Darius’ hand while mapping the room at a pace slower than a snail, and yet the Archduke was astonishingly sweet.

Not once did he get angry or show impatience with him. Even if Xion asked for water five times, Darius would offer it a sixth without waiting to be asked and with the same gentleness.

Strangely, a part of him was even grateful for the blindness — if only because it revealed just how much his lover cared.

However, when Darius offered to carry him to the bathroom and help bathe him, Xion flushed.

Although there wasn’t anything that hadn’t been seen already, he still couldn’t bring himself to be shameless enough to use the great ruler of the north as his personal attendant.

Helplessly, Darius could only settle for staying right next to the partially closed door.

The warm water leaped at his skin, soothing the tension in his stiff muscles.

His thoughts flew to the time when he just woke up from his sleep. It was as if a bomb had exploded. Everyone rushed to meet him.

It wasn’t just his family but even the ministers and servants insisted on showing their goodwill to him. By that, they meant to send gifts for dealing with the purple plague with such valor.

Xion had no clue what kind of tale Darius had spun, he had somehow became a hero of sort. It was a bit much to deal with.

So, he’d promptly dumped the gifts on Darius’ head to deal with and escaped to sunbathe in the garden with Noxian.

He could tell that the poor child had been traumatized by the sudden turn of events. So, he allowed him to cling to him.

In the last three days, Noxian had attempted to take Xion to his room more than five times already. This time it was no different.

"I can take care of you better, brother. His Grace had his territory to take care of anyway."

Just as Xion was about to joke with Noxian, Darius lifted him straight off the chair

"Mine." That was all Darius said before bringing Xion back into the room.

The memory made Xion curl into himself.

I forgot the wedding gift!

After his outburst, Xion had somehow found a semblance of amusement in this kind of life. It was absurd how easily he had gotten used to his defect.

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