It didn't take long until the workers had finished treating all of Camron's wounds. They wrapped his torso with a bandage and the doctor instructed him to not do many activities until the wound had healed more. Once all of the workers had walked away Malcolm walked over beside Camron. A look of sympathy was in his eyes now as well as embarrassment. "My apologies for how I spoke earlier," he says looking at Camron then down to the floor, "I just- I just couldn't let you get away with not coming here. That's all... I.. I couldn't let you die on my watch... Sorry.." He voice got quieter as he spoke and as he said "Sorry," it was almost at a whisper.

[He held his gaze on the ground. Camron couldn't deny that he hadn't been in pain, he couldn't deny Malcolm had been right. He shifted a bit in the silence, not knowing if he even wanted to speak. "Sorry," he spoke in a mutter and did not look up. "I rather head back now." He stood trying to ignore the pain. Camron glanced at Malcolm for a moment before shifting his gaze once more, away. He didn't want to acknowledge him, it just didn't feel right, everytime he tried it felt worse to see the look on his face after the things said.]

He looked at Camron as he spoke and noticed how he kept his eyes off of him. Malcolm nodded though at Camron's apology before stuttering, "Y-yeah of course. You probably are tired from all of that." He had a nervous and a slightly embarrassed look on his face as he went to the door and opened it for Camron before following after him. 'Was I too harsh on him,' Mal wondered as they walked, 'my tone was really harsh sounding, but I had a good reason for it to be like that. Right?' He let out a quiet sigh as they walked and kept glancing over at Camron, in case he needed help or something, although Mal knew he wouldn't be able to do much to help with his arm in a sling and everything.

[Camron walked out and began down the hallway. He kept his gaze down but glanced at Malcolm a few times to try to read his expression but gave up and just began to watch the doors. Over some time they reached Malcolm and his room. Camron stopped walking before looking at Malcolm. He crossed his arms awkwardly, "You should rest." His tone was quiet and dead seeming. He shifted his weight slightly. Camron stared at Malcolm but did not meet his gaze.]

He watched as they finally reached their rooms, which felt like forever to get to. Once they were there though he snapped out of his thoughts when Camron spoke to him. "Of course," he says with a small nod, "but you should as well. You have had a more.. Well more eventful than mine. Surely you need more rest than me." Mal looked at Camron as he spoke and saw that he was looking at him but not looking at his gaze. 'Is he mad at me,' he thinks nervously, 'did I upset him by helping him?'

[Camron nodded in acknolagement of Malcolm's words but did not reply verbably before opening the door to his room and entering. He had a feeling of defeat even though he was only trying to defend himself from the guard, he hadnt meant to make Malcolm mad either. Camron sat on the bed for a moment. He didn't dare to make a sound and just sat like a satue staring off, lost in his thoughts which raced through his head. After a moment he fell limp to his good side with a quiet apoligetic mutter.]

(Sorry, I know there are probably quite a few spelling errors)

(It's ok!)

Mal watched Camron retreat to his room and turned to go into his own, but stopped and hesitated. After a moment he turned and walked down the stairs and to the throne room. Inside he found his father alone and reading over a book on his throne. Malcolm bowed, carefully due to his arm, before rising when he father said to. "Is there something you need Malcolm," he father asks. "I came to ask of the fate of the guard that attacked Camron earlier," Mal says in a blank tone. His father sighed and closed his book, marking it of course, and stood from his throne and approached Mal. "Well you see son," the king says thoughtfully as he tries to figure out his words. "You can tell the truth father," he says, "I won't be too disturbed." The king sighs before saying, "I have sentenced the guard to life in prison. During his time there he will be sent to assist in any work needed for the kingdom. You know how much trouble he has caused us over the past few years and I should have gotten rid of him long ago." Mal hugged his father to cheer him up, "It wasn't your fault. Beside Camron is still alive. He is a strong fighter." "How is he," his father asks looking down at his son. Mal replied, "He has a bad gash on his side and has to take it easy for a while. Other than that he is fine." His father nodded before saying, "That's a relief. Now. Head to your room. You have to rest as well." They both hugged each other again before Malcolm headed to his room and went inside.

Now that Malcolm was in his room he looked around with boredom, unsure of what to do. He sighed and went over to a bookshelf on the wall and scanned the books. He grabbed one that was more of a romance like book and carefully laid down on his bed to read it. The book sounded ok from what was written on the back so Mal opened it up and began to read it. He wondered what Camron was doing for a bit before focusing more on the book.

[Camron's mind soon trailed back once more. He began to roll and try to get comfortable, the idea of sleep sounded better than being awake anymore. At one point he about forgot about the injury and rolled onto his arm, Camron just froze letting the thoughts rest and settle before he sat up. The pain lingered before fading. He stood up walking to the door, upon opening it he decided it was just better to let his thoughts win. Camron walked to the door next to him and knocked in hopes Malcolm would answer. He crossed his arms uncomfortably staring at the door.]