“Too much info, right?” The doctor chuckled looking at Harrys face filled with confusion as he held the stack of documents. “Honestly you don’t need to know, it’s all documented in the papers really. I just like to talk through diagnosis, usually with the patient, but well. You see what I’m working with.” Shaking his head as he glanced back at the girl who was still in the same place not even phased by everything going on around her. “Would you like me to get you a coffee and something to eat?”

“Oh, that would be great actually. If it’s no bother to you.” Harry smiled with a sense of relief, he was going to ask one of them if he could have something brought to him but he didn’t want to inconvenience them with his own demands when there were sick people in the hospital to be treated. Staying here overnight in the chair though had caused a major ache in his limbs and a coffee of course wouldn’t cure that, but it would make him feel miles better. The chair wasn’t the most comfortable piece of furniture he had stayed in, but it was better than standing the whole night. Jobs like that always pained him, but he did it without complaint not out loud at least. 

“No bother at all. I’m sure there are some spare pastries lying around to go with that coffee. I assumed you can’t leave until someone replaces you. Pretty standard when prisoners come here.” The doctor offered a polite smile as he moved to the door, hesitating before he took hold of the doorknob turning it. Taking a moment, he glanced back into the room at the girl on the bed before he looked over at Harry, “I forgot to ask, sugar or milk? Both?”

“Just black, I need the caffeine.” Harry grinned as he sat himself back down on the hospital chair pulling out his phone checking for any updates that he should be aware of. Scrolling through he could see alerts of various headlines talking about how the Prince was alive, this was going to be in the news a lot, but it was a nice change and it was good news to be reported at least, better than all the articles discussing the Princes death and remembrance posts. Shuddering at the thought he had remembered how people had mourned, some of it had been heart-breaking. Harry knew how personally Jacob had reacted to the news, although it was never shown on the man’s face, he knew that Jacob cared for Caspain. [i]Well he’s alive and that’s all that matters right now[/i]. 

Clicking on an article that was titled we love Prince Caspain he snorted as he started to scroll down the tabloid, already they had published magazines with letters that women had wrote about their beloved Prince. Harry could hear the little voice in the back of his head already questioning why on earth he had clicked such a thing, but he couldn’t help it, he was curious. Upon reading it was filled to the brim with absolute crap and the minute he came across the sentence; [i]oh, how Prince Caspain makes my heart swoon[/i] he quickly closed that article down with a shake of his head. Amused that he had even clicked on it in the first place. Catching up on his text messages he sent a quick message to Jacob filling him on the latest, there was nothing much to report but he always sent messages over as a courtesy.