Bartholomew

-Conor-

"Conor, since she's your pet now, get your doctor and fix her injuries or put her down. I don't care either way. As for the rest of you, get rid of these bodies, and someone brings me my damn whiskey! I need a fucking drink after dealing with that psychotic rat," Zachary ordered, walking back to the throne. I need a drink too!

Conor walked over carefully, picked up the violet-haired mage, and started to leave quickly. She is messed up, but I want to keep her now!

"Wait, Conor! Give me that purple crystal of hers. That's the source of her magic, so we need to take that away to ensure she doesn't go on a crazy rampage again," Zachary explained as a guard walked up and took the spherical crystal from her bloody hand. "That's how we were able to subdue Winholt. Shattered crystal means no magic."

As the moments slowly ticked by, it was apparent that it was becoming harder for her to breathe. "Stupid crazy mage, but what an absolutely remarkable spirit!" Conor murmured to himself as he climbed the stairs as quickly as possible. She's gorgeous and an absolute badass. Talk about a score!

He reached the medical ward quickly and barged in, calling for his doctor. "Bart! I have an urgent project for you!" He laid Karen down on the metal table, pulled her shoes off, and tossed them in the corner.

Bartholomew came out of his office swiftly and looked down at the dying woman. "She's practically dead, Conor. What do you want me to do? Harvest her organs?" Bart asked, raising an eyebrow. He was relatively young and almost as tall as Conor. Bart had black hair combed over neatly, a diamond-shaped face with striking blue eyes, and an athletic build. He wore a white coat with tan pants and a light blue dress shirt. He pulled the stethoscope from around his neck and listened to her breathing as it deteriorated. "She's just a few minutes away from death, Conor. If that."

"I want you to save her life. I know you can do it!" Conor replied, pursing his lips. "She's really cute, Bart, but she is feisty as hell. She's very powerful, you know!" He paused, looking her over. "I wonder if she will be any good?" As soon as you are well, I am so going to have you. You have lit a fire in me, woman.

"Any good at what? Dying? She'll be fantastic since she's going to be dead in less than five minutes," Bart remarked as he started to examine the young woman on the table. She's injured terribly. Gunshot wounds, a stab wound, and what looks like a couple of fractured ribs and most likely internal bleeding. Why didn't someone just put this poor girl out of her misery? Is there really a point in trying to save her?" Bart asked as he cut off Karen's short black dress and purple and black robes.

"Father said I could keep her, and I intend to, so you need to save her life," Conor explained as he rolled up his sleeves. "What can I do to help?" She's practically naked. I need to focus.

"Well, if you want to be my assistant, you must run that by Joanne. You know, she doesn't like being shown up, even if you are her cousin," Bart commented as he pulled out the first intact bullet.

The woman flinched when the prince laid his hand on her shoulder. Barely conscious, she looked over at Conor and hissed, "Get away from me, you monster!" Bart jabbed one of her wounds, making the woman freeze up and pass out.

"Wow. Good luck, Conor. It looks like you're going to need every bit of it," Bart muttered as he got a handheld tool and slowly stuck it into the gunshot wound. "Well, no shattered fragments in this wound. But I saw another one that looked like it hit a rib. That one is going to be painful to pull out."

"Well, let me help you since Jo is working on setting up your office," Conor stated as Bart started giving him small tasks. I know some basic stuff, so I can attempt to help.

"Fine, get a heart monitor and a suction device. We need to get that blood out of her lungs before she drowns in it, " Bart replied as he set to work. Bart worked quickly and removed the bulk of the loose blood in about ten minutes. Once Karen's breathing started to become rhythmic, Bart focused on removing the shattered bullet.

A few hours later, Karen was finally stabilized, and her breathing had greatly improved. She was breathing on her own, and it looked like she would make a full recovery. Conor was watching her sleep naked when Bart came back over to him to check her heart rate. "So, remind me again, what do you want her for?"

"She's sexy as can be, Bart! I saw her running from a group of soldiers in the street and thought I had to have her. I bet she will be amazing!" Conor murmured as he leaned forward, thinking about how she would feel pressed against his loins. So exotic-such fire!

"Amazing how? Wait- Are you lusting after this poor girl?" Bart asked, writing something down on a notepad. Fuck yes!

"Yes, I am! I won't deny myself an exotic woman. And I won't let her deny me either! " Conor answered, standing up and running his hand over her belly. "She's pretty thin and not too plushy. I'm sure several good meals will help her fill in." This is going to be great! It's been a while since I had a good woman in my bed. Conor lifted her left hand and felt her skin. Her hands are really rough, and some of the skin on her fingers is cracked. She must do a lot of manual labor.

"Don't harass the patient!" Bart barked, smacking Conor's hand with a pen. Conor gave him an annoyed look as he gently set her hand down. "She needs to rest for a while. You didn't tell me her name either. I will need that and her date of birth for her chart. Also, we need to find out her height and weight...”