Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: ’Necessary?’

Florian’s heart hammered relentlessly against his ribs as he rushed through the dimly lit halls, each step echoing loudly in the oppressive silence. His breaths were sharp and uneven, like the air itself had turned against him.

The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears, a relentless drumbeat drowning out the faint clatter of servants and distant footfalls.

’What was he even thinking?!’ The thought screamed in his mind, now that he was alone. His teeth clenched as anger surged through him, burning alongside his worry. ’Stupid, Heinz. Stupid test. Stupid!’

He pushed himself to move faster, his legs straining as his stride turned into a half-run. The tension in his chest felt unbearable, like an iron fist squeezing the air from his lungs.

’Why would you do this, knowing the risks?!’ Florian’s mind roared again, the question stabbing into his thoughts as he turned a corner sharply. He nearly collided with a servant, who stumbled back with a startled apology before quickly retreating.

Florian barely noticed, his gaze fixed straight ahead as the faint, flickering light of the infirmary’s entrance came into view.

His breath hitched at the sight. It was close, painfully close, yet each step felt like it stretched the distance further. ’Please... please be okay.’ The words repeated in his mind, a desperate mantra as he broke into a full run.

The faint glow spilling from the infirmary’s doors seemed almost mocking, promising answers he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. ’Let me be wrong. Please.’

Reaching the doorway, Florian grabbed the wooden frame, his chest heaving as he struggled to steady his breathing. For a moment, he hesitated, dread curling in his stomach.

’What if...?’

No. He shook the thought away violently, pushing it back into the depths of his mind. There was no time for doubt. Gritting his teeth, he stepped inside.

"Oh? That’s a surprise. You’re here already, Florian."

The voice made him freeze.

’What... the actual fuck?’

It was Heinz. Heinz, sitting casually on one of the infirmary beds, his arms resting lazily on his knees. Standing beside him, with his usual calm indifference, was Lucius.

"You’re... okay?" Florian’s voice came out in disbelief as his eyes darted around the room. There was no sign of the doctor, no sense of urgency. The tension that had coiled in his chest shifted into something hotter, sharper.

"Mhm?" Heinz tilted his head, as if Florian’s question was unnecessary. "Have I not informed you?"

Florian felt his concern twist into irritation, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. "What, exactly, did you not inform me of, Your Majesty?" he bit out through gritted teeth.

Heinz crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "First of all, where is Alexandria? Is she outside?"

Florian exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to keep his tone even. "No. She insisted I come here to check on your condition. She’s still in the room, praying for you, but I told her to return to her quarters and not to inform anyone of the incident."

"Good job," Heinz said simply, his tone almost dismissive.

The praise, if it could even be called that, only made Florian’s irritation flare hotter. Lucius, ever observant, shot him a warning glance, his hand subtly gesturing for him to calm down.

"I wasn’t really poisoned," Heinz said after a moment, his tone so casual it felt like a slap. "It was all an act."

’Eh?!’

Florian stared at him, his mind reeling. ’Is he serious?!’

"S-So Princess Alexandria didn’t do anything wrong? You just... pretended?"

’What the actual fuck?’