Jaber had practically invaded the medical storage room, making for it and fetching the ingredients needed to mix the antidote without even saying a word to its keeper.
The palace's physician said nothing, and even if he had any thoughts to share, it seemed unlikely that he could voice them in Jaber's face, as he looked so deadly serious and in a hurry.
He had slammed the door of the side room of the infirmary shut, an indication that he wanted no disturbance as he worked, and no one dared to cross him.
Except for one person.
Just as the beaker he held slid down through his fingers and fell, shattering on the ground, Jaber sighed as the door swung open. He didn't have to look to know who the newcomer was. " This is delicate work, and I need to focus."
" And I'm here to help with that," Sindbad said as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, forcing him to look back.
