A guard or two had apparently seen him fall. If they hadn't, he would likely have laid there for a long time. Neo wasn't really paying attention when they crowded over him, or when Christopher pulled him to his feet. He could barely stand - his ankle was sprained or maybe broken, having caught it on the window sill.
Christopher said something; it sounded a bit like, This is going to hurt, and it did. An ice cold feeling spread across his chest wound, making him grimace. A warmth was thrown over his shoulders, likely a jacket, as Christopher helped him along. Guards took over soon enough, helping him into the medical ward.
Neo tried to tell them not to bother, but the doctors did their usual shebang and tried to give him an IV. when needles didn't work, they gave up. For a while, they tried to coax out the needed materials to heal him, but he refused to give them. Thus, they were unable to do anything - but then the pixies came.
While Neo had been in his cell, he had asked Daileth to make him some extra things. Such as shirts, socks, and even bandages. However, he didn't need the bandages, as female pixies had healing powers. They were used on Quilliene, but unfortunately, even though the wounds were healed, they still left the pain. After the pixies finished healing him up, he sat there despite the doctor's orders to lay down and rest.
Christopher was seated in a chair beside the door of the room, his legs crossed as he stared at Neo. The doctors had tried to feed them both and fix any injuries that Christopher might have had, but both of them refused such treatment. Since he saw Neo sitting up in as much health as he could possibly muster, apparently he decided then was the time to question him.
"So," Christopher mused. "How do you feel?"
"What the hells kind of question is that?" Neo snapped, glaring at him. His anxiety was replaced with anger.
"A question to determine your mood," He said casually. "I know you want to find her - I do, too - but we don't have much of a lead. Until we are able to track the scent via demons, we can't get to her." He paused. "At least she put up a fight. I'm proud of her…"
He looked away, still seeming angered, but he started talking. "There was some sort of creature above the window. Something weird… I've never seen it before. Whatever it was, it decided best to impale me and say something." He stopped. "But I've heard that voice before. I don't know where, but I recognised it."
Christopher hummed. "What did it all say? It might just help with the search."
"All they said was not to get in the way, and… she belongs to me now," Neo felt strange saying the words. "Then they flew off and disappeared."
He sighed. "Then we don't have much of a lead on her. We have to travel starting tomorrow or the day after to search for her with a set of demons."
"A pack of demons is too much of a ruckus," He answered. "I'm going alone."
"Alone? That'd be suicidal… Definitely…" Christopher muttered something before looking up. "No, I'm going with you."
"I'm sure us bickering would be more noisy than demons," He scoffed.
Neo stood up, walking over to another chair and picking out a clean shirt from the pile. His back was to Christopher, showcasing the hundreds of layered scars across his skin. He felt his eyes on him as he carefully, though painfully, slipped the shirt on over his head. There were a couple grunts and groans, but he continued to put on his clothes as Christopher spoke.
"Those scars," He muttered. "There from when he whipped you that day, aren't they?"
"For your information, though it really still isn't any of your business, they are from more than one day," He responded in a vile tone.
Christopher stayed silent for a moment as he dressed himself, then sighed. "Anyway," He muttered, before talking louder. "When you go, I'm coming with you. We'll get up early tomorrow and search. For now, we wait until you're better."
"The longer we wait, the longer he has to hurt her," He replied quickly, putting on his shoes and heading for the door.
However, the prince intercepted him, holding out his hands. "No. I'm sorry, but we have to wait for you to recover a bit."
"I'm fine," Neo said sourly, his unsettled feelings making him shift about.
"No, you aren't," Christopher replied. "If you go after her right now, do you think you could beat that thing? For the moment, just rest."
Neo scoffed, but he didn't protest because he knew Christopher was right. With a lingering look of annoyance to the man, he turned around again, walking back to the bed as he took off his jacket and threw it onto the pillow. He sat down on the side of the mattress, leaning forward and staring at the floor. Christopher watched him for a moment, but Neo heard him leave the room with nothing but an ice cold temperature remaining.