Who: Helga and Salazar Where: The hospital When: Early Monday morning What: Delivering the cure, or so he hopes. Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
The potion was timed to be ready before his class for the day began, of that Salazar made certain. He had no desire to linger and make the chasm between himself and Helga grow deeper. Forgiveness was not something that came to him easily, and he hadn't yet forgiven Helga for making herself sick and seeing no reason why he should be upset. While others saw it as a selfless act of kindness, it could be no more starkly different for him. It was selfish – she had refused to rest, refused his help, and then worsened her health.
With the steaming goblet in his hand, Salazar strode in through the hospital doors and made his way to Helga's current residence. Not knowing whether she would be awake or not, he gave the door a gentle rap before pushing it open. It pained him to see her pale, sickly face drained of its usual colour and cheer. But the small pang wasn't enough to soften his resentment.