This wasn’t your first time assisting Ambrose as he went to tend patients, nor was it your first time having to endure the horrific sight of the plagues deathly touch.

He wasn’t the kindest, but still got the job done to the best of his abilities, you somewhat admired the fact he could cut open skin and draw blood without difficulty or discomfort.

“Hurry up, unless you’d like someone else to die tragically today.” He spoke bluntly, tapping his cane against the wooden floor as he walked down the hall, with you behind him, holding a basket of medicinal herbs and a glass bottle filled with a few leeches.