I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 13

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Episode 13
Ern moved to undress and stop the bleeding as best he could, but with each motion, blood dripped steadily. Udiet winced, her expression contorting.
“But something’s strange.”
“What is it now?”
“I’m dizzy.”
In that instant, Ern staggered. Udiet gasped and caught him by the waist, steadying him.
“Is it the poison? Or blood loss? Let’s get to the Hospital first.”
The Hospital in this world didn’t verify status like the modern age did, so there’d be no trouble going. Udiet kept her arm around his waist as they moved forward. Perhaps the poison hadn’t fully taken hold yet, because Ern walked fairly well. He swallowed groans along the way, his throat working silently, but they managed to reach the Town without incident.
“Listen.”
“Yes?”
“Do I have to walk all the way here after taking a Poison Needle and bleeding like this?”
Should I crawl instead? Udiet looked up at Ern with a face that said she didn’t know what he wanted.
“You said to buy a horse.”
“How could we afford something that expensive? You know our situation perfectly well!”
“What if I collapse here?”
“There’s nothing I can do about that—I can’t carry you.”
Udiet tapped his waist briskly and quickened their pace.
“So let’s hurry before you pass out.”
“You really are something.”
Ern swallowed a pained groan.
“The assassination had to have come because of you. You must have made an enemy somewhere.”
“Stop grumbling, or I’ll start bleeding from my ears.”
“I’m actually bleeding here.”
Ern raised his left arm, which was dripping blood, and waved it, but Udiet casually ignored him and pointed ahead with her finger.
“Look! There’s the Hospital! We can treat that bleeding arm of yours there. Come on, hurry.”
Udiet dragged Ern along. His misfortune was that the poison made him dizzy enough that he couldn’t shake her off.
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“Try not to use your arm as much as possible, and take the Antidote three times a day—don’t forget, you must drink it regularly.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
The Doctor had woken from sleep, fatigue evident on his face, and withdrew the Dagger from Ern’s shoulder blade, stopped the bleeding, and prescribed the Antidote. While Udiet listened to explanations about the Salve and Antidote, Ern closed his eyes for a moment to steady his breathing. He could almost hear the footsteps creeping toward him again.
His body, thrilled by excitement for the first time in ages, would not cool down. The taut tension of killing intent, the sharp sensation when wielding a blade. He exhaled the held breath and clenched his fist hard.
“Now then, patient, loosen your grip. The wound will reopen. Don’t abuse your body just because you’re young. You’ll suffer for it when you’re old, tsk tsk.”
“…….”
Before Ern could even process the moment, the elderly Doctor’s disapproving click of his tongue came at him. A deep furrow appeared between Ern’s brows.
“If the wound becomes infected, it won’t just be Double Medical Cost—the patient themselves will suffer tremendously,”
“Double Medical Cost?”
Her voice trembled more than when she’d faced the assassin. Ern opened his eyes. Udiet, who had pulled out her coin purse to pay the medical fee, went rigid.
“…….”
Didn’t I just save your life? Watching Udiet’s hand tremble as she gripped the purse, Ern quietly released the tension in his fist.
Udiet clenched her teeth and paid even the additional fee for night treatment. The amount was more than she’d expected, and her hand shook slightly, but she owed Ern her life regardless. Seeing him with bandages wrapped around his left shoulder blade and right arm, she felt both grateful and sorry. If she hadn’t fought while protecting herself, Ern wouldn’t have been wounded so severely.
“Are you all right?”
“Do I look all right?”
Why did the saying “One kind word can repay a thousand debts in gold” suddenly come to mind? The gratitude and apology she’d felt just a minute ago was already half diminished.
“In any case, I’m alive thanks to you.”
“Do you even understand that? If you do, show it.”
The remaining half of her gratitude lost another half.
“I’ve lost blood—I should eat some meat to recover.”
“For detoxification, I think vegetables would be better.”
“……You’re not grateful at all, are you?”
Ern opened his eyes to narrow slits and looked down at Udiet, but she kept her gaze fixed ahead stubbornly. He grumbled beside her about how she wouldn’t buy him meat, but Udiet spoke only of who had sent the assassins and why.
After they’d each said their piece, as they arrived at the Mansion, Udiet suddenly recalled something Ern had said.
“Wait—when those assassins attacked earlier, you asked if the medicine had worn off, didn’t you?”
She’d been too frantic to process it then, but now that she thought about it, it seemed odd. If the medicine had worn off.
“You gave me medicine before, right? Now that I think about it, something was strange. I felt sleepy…….”
“How are we disposing of the body?”
Huh? He’s changing the subject? Udiet fixed him with a sharp stare.
“Look me in the eye.”
“That’s no way to talk to a patient.”
Ern frowned and called for Henry, muttering about needing to clean up the body and all the rest. The more he dodged, the more Udiet’s suspicion grew. If he’d given her medicine, when would that have been? They’d eaten the same food, so not then. He’d drunk alcohol alone, so definitely not that.
“Drink some water or something first.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Yeah, forget the thanks.”
“You put something in the water?”
Their eyes met for an instant, and Ern flinched slightly, looking away from Udiet’s gaze. After Leon had left in a flurry, Ern had handed her that glass of water. She’d thought it was kindness. Apparently it wasn’t.
“What sort of drug was it?”
“Nothing that would harm your life.”
“Then what was it?”
“Truth Potion.”
No wonder her mouth wouldn’t obey her. Udiet’s brow furrowed, and she tilted her head as if something else seemed odd.
“Why did you make me drink that? Oh—did you think I was working with the people who tried to kill you?”
It was a fair suspicion, certainly, but to go so far as to use Truth Potion—Udiet’s lips jutted out slightly.
“So your suspicions are cleared now?”
“They are.”
He seemed casual about it, but underneath there was something surprisingly thorough about him. Udiet didn’t know he was still suspicious of her, but she understood his caution nonetheless.
“I understand. If I were you, I’d have suspected me too.”
“You’ve got an unexpectedly straightforward nature. Try spending money that way too. How about buying a horse? You’d be better off for it.”
Ern waved his injured arm in front of Udiet’s eyes—an appeal to his patient status—but Udiet simply tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled as she murmured aloud.
“But your legs work fine. Why would you need a horse?”
His walking seemed unimpeded. Udiet continued her barely audible muttering as she opened the Mansion door.
“Since your arm is inconvenient, I’ll open the door for you.”
Udiet held the door open as if bestowing some great favor, leaving Ern at a loss for words.
“…Well, that’s very kind of you indeed.”
So kind I’m left speechless. Mark my words, Udiet Herington.
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The next day.
“I’m thirsty.”
Udiet rubbed her bleary eyes with her forearm, her gaze hollow as she looked at Ern. For no good reason—she had her own room after all—he’d insisted on lying down in her workroom-bedroom, and something felt off from the moment he’d arrived.
“Water.”
“There’s water right there.”
“You have to pour it into a cup.”
Udiet’s brow furrowed, and Ern raised his bandaged right arm to show her.
“What if the wound opens up again?”
If you’re going to say things like that, at least put on a pitiful expression.
“Double Medical Cost if it does.”
Damn it. Udiet set down the candle she’d been making and stood up. She’d nearly been assassinated, yet she felt no fear—only exhaustion.
The assassination attempt, Ern’s injury, the rush to get him to the Hospital—she’d been too frantic to feel afraid then. But when she returned to the Mansion, the iron-metal scent of blood hanging in the air, the corpses scattered here and there—the memory made her skin crawl.
“What about the bodies?”
“There are people who handle that sort of thing. Ask Henry. He’ll know where to requisition them.”
There was a Cleaning Guild that specialized in processing incidents like assassinations. When she’d mentioned four bodies, they’d quoted such a staggering price that her hands shook worse than when she’d faced the assassins. They offered to clean the bloodstains for extra, but Udiet had firmly declined. After spending half the day scrubbing the corridors, she remembered the backed-up orders waiting for her.
If she didn’t deliver the finished goods by the promised date, she might not get paid. Even if she was lucky enough to receive the money, her reputation would suffer. Trust was the foundation of any business! In the midst of managing on little sleep, Ern used his injury as an excuse to obstruct her constantly—do this, do that, constant interference.
But Ern had been grazed by the Dagger and struck by the Poison Needle; if he moved carelessly and the wounds actually reopened, it would be a disaster. And on top of everything, with medical expenses already piling up, another Double Medical Cost was the last thing she needed!
“Here.”
In the end, Udiet picked up the water bottle sitting right in front of Ern’s nose and poured it into the cup equally positioned right in front of his nose.
“Drink.”
“Udiet Herington.”
Ern clicked his tongue and called her name with her surname. Udiet’s teeth clenched. When he used her name that way, it meant: brace yourself, because I’m about to be difficult.
“This water is too cold. You can’t give a patient cold water.”
“Just wait.”
Udiet set a kettle on the hearth inside the fireplace. Soon came the sound of water beginning to bubble. She took the kettle and poured hot water into his cup.
“It’ll be warm now.”
“Warm? This is hot. What if he spills it and gets burned?”
Ern shook his head disapprovingly.
“Burn Salve is even more expensive.”
“Leave it there and it will cool. Then drink it later.”
“If I was going to drink it later, why would I ask for water now, Herington?”
Udiet clenched her trembling fists and lifted the cup, blowing on it before handing it over.
“It’s cooled too much now.”
Ern made a face as if it would barely do, but he’d drink it anyway out of consideration—and Udiet gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath.
“I should have left you cold and dead.”
Why did I save you, why—that damned charlatan, when I catch him, he won’t walk away unscathed. Udiet sharpened her blade against a medium she couldn’t even locate.
“I can hear every word. Keep those mutterings to yourself…. Oh.”
Ern lifted the cup, and water dribbled across his bandaged right arm.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“It was an accident. Drinking with my left hand isn’t easy, and my left shoulder’s injured too.”
Udiet’s eyes narrowed—unconvinced.
“You haven’t forgotten whose injury this is, have you?”
“Tch.”
“Tch? You’re going to make that sound at your life’s savior?”
Udiet went to fetch the medicine and bandages from the corner of the room, her lips pursed in annoyance.
“It was the medium who saved Ern’s life, and Henry who paid for it. So why exactly am I your life’s savior?”
Ern asked, genuinely bewildered, but Udiet possessed a particular gift for not hearing questions that worked against her.
“Your hearing seems rather flexible, doesn’t it?”

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