Where am I

He was starting to regain consciousness slowly. His back hurting, along with a  pounding headache. Feeling sick and nauseous. A thick black fog clouding up his brain, making it harder for him to focus.

He hated that feeling. It's been awhile since the assassin felt this way. ―The last time, was when he train for the first time..

The fog is making everything blurry. What happened? he can't remember anything, the barely conscious man opened his eyes slowly, the fog started to fade a little, and only then did he realize he was laying on his stomach?!

A defenseless position! He couldn't fight, that way, anyone could take advantage of that exposed position to kill him.

He sat up quickly, immediately regretting that small action, his back had gotten worse from the sudden movement, and the fog turned to big black spots blinding him from checking his surroundings. He can't focus.

What the hell happened to me?!

Blinking a few times, and even though his vision was blurry, he definitely didn't recognize this environment. It’s new to him, which was never a good thing. His body tensed up.

He started to regain his memory, he fell into the trap, they shot arrows at him, then he fainted.

No longer caring about his poor vision, or the pain in his back, he scrambled to get far away from where he was positioned, looking for cover. Looking for a weapon.

A mattress? Why was he laying on one? Eyes scanning the room quickly. There was a bowl of water mixed with red liquid.. blood?

Two tables. One with some strange looking containers on it, and one with fruits and a knife. A small dresser, and a chair. there was a door and two windows too. Curtains draped over the windows. The gilps of rey of sunshine seeping through.

It was a strangely comfortable environment for someone like him to wake up in. It was well kept. It looked small and cozy. He felt out of place.

His thoughts were interrupted, when he looked at the far corner of the room, his eyes widened.

His clothes were hung up on a string outside the room. No sight of His sword.

If his clothes were there then…

He looked down on himself, his upper body completely wrapped in bandages, but when he looked further down he found himself…

*****.

The thin cloth that was draped around his frame, that fell when he stepped away, was the only thing shielding him from being completely exposed. He scrambled to get the white cloth in his hands wrapping it around his waist.

He didn't have time to think, before he heard footsteps coming closer. He wiped his head towards the door, looking back at any weapon. He glanced at the table, ran and grabbed the small knife, and hide next to the door.

Soon the half ***** man, didn't stand alone in the small cottage. A tall slender tanned man, opened the door, a big bowl of water in both hands. He looked as if he was having troubles with the heavy bowl swaying a little. This man didn't look that strong? He had his back to him and stopped in his tracks when he realized that no one was on the matters anymore.

“Where did he go?”

As if on cue the bowl of water fell from his grasp and onto the ground, his back hit hard against the wall, knocking out the air from his lungs. He gasped loudly.

“what the?!”

Before uttering another word he felt the push of a sharp cold blade against his neck, the tanned man whimpered in fear, looking into the eyes, of the once unconscious man that was helplessly on his matters a few hours ago. Now pressing him against the wall with a knife on his throat.

He didn't dare say anything, not when the taller man was glaring at him with such fury and anger, eyes looking wild.

“Who are you? and where am i?”

The voice sounded surprisingly soft and calm, but there was a hint of impaciness in it.

“I-i… phy-physician… cottage.. ”

Feeling his voice shake and body tremble violently, the stranger seemed to take pity on him, and let go.

He tried to get his frantic heartbeat and breathing at bey. Trying to calm himself down.

The taller man was watching him silently, waiting, maybe he was wrong for taking in an unconscious wounded man. Not knowing his background.

“Where exactly am i?”

The stranger asked calmly, as if he didn't just press a knife at someone's throat.

“we a.. are in the middle of the forest in my cottage… ”

The man nodded looking around silently.

“What happened?”

“Eh… what?”

Taking a deep breath, seemingly impaction.

“I lost conscience when I was on my horse wha…. Where is my horse?”

“It's in the back. I can show you where later. And it's the reason that your here. I woke up in the morning with it sitting in front of my door with you on it's back, so I took you in and treated your wounds.. ”

It seems that the man smiled softly at that, seeming more relaxed.

“How long have I been here?”

“Three days.. ”

“Three days?!”

Shouting his eyes bulged out of his face he turned around urgently, gathering his clothes.

“Uhhh I wouldn't leave if I were you.. ”

The taller man turned around surprised, grip on his sword tightened.

“And why is that?”

“... Well the king's men are all over the forest…. Looking for you.. ”

The physician immediately regretted his choice of words, the assassin narrowed his eyes at him, drawing his sword back, coming closer, each step the taller man took, made the physician take one step back until his back hit the wall.

“If you know that, I'm the one who tried to kill the king. Why didn't you hand me over?”

“Be- because, I don't l-like deaths… my job is to save lives not take them a-away..”

The assassin seemed to stop at that, he seemed to think about what he said but not losing eye contact.

“Y-you c-can't kill me”

He saw a small smile coming from the stranger, if it wasn't for the situation they were in, he would have liked that unsettling smile.

“Really?” He asked mockingly.

He glubed “I- I saved your life.. I could have left you”

The man smile disappeared and was replaced by soft kind eyes.

“Besides you can't go out like that, your health isn't good you will faint in no time!”

The young assassin didn't seem to like hearing that.

“I've been through worse”

“Then you would know that pushing your body to it's limit will only damage it more!!”

The older man pushed against the wall, raising his voice a little, again he smiled it was a fond kind of smile.

“What's your name”

“It’s Hakyeon.. You?”

The man seemed to ponder for a second.

“Leo”

Of course he wouldn't tell him, his real name, even though he could tell that the tanned man, didn't mean any harm. He still didn't trust him. You can never be too careful. But the physician didn't seem to like that, rolling his eyes.

“Oh come on, I told you my real name”

Taekwoon found him amusing, one second he would be terrified of him, and the other, he seemed to scold him.

“Well unlike you, I have a reason to keep my name a secret, besides seeing my face is more than enough”

Laughing in his head when the older man pouted.

“Ok lay down I have to check your wounds”

Taekwoon sat silently on the mattress while the physician unwrapped the bandages, he used the water in the bowl  ― or at least what's left of it and cleaned the wounds, and then moved anyway and took one of the containers on the table green in color and put it on him.

If it stung Taekwoon didn't let it show. Matter of fact he was In fact used to the pain, his mind drifted off to more important things, like what his mentor would think of him now? He failed his mission, he failed his purpose…

“Does.. Doesn't it sting at all?”

The physician asked curious, and a little worried since this herbal medicine is SUPPOSED to sting for it to work.

“I'm fine.”

Hakyeon sighed, great the man isn't talkative, he didn't even thank him for saving his life, nor did he apologize for putting a knife to his throat! The least he could do was talk to him!

Determined, he tried another approach.

“You know your horse wouldn't leave your side, even when I took you in, it stayed in front of my door, it seems really loyal to you”

“I-” he was interrupted by a knock on the door

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