2 days later….
Back at the castle, at Ansel's bedside sat Cobsworth, holding a bowl of warm water and a rag in his hand.
He set the bowl on the bedside table and dripped the rag into the water, squeezing out the excess water.
He turned around, looking down at Ansel, watching as he took heavy breaths, his forehead glistening with sweat.
Cobsworth took the rag, wiping off the sweat from Ansel's forehead.
"Come on Your Majesty, you have to get through this… Milady needs you, you can't go out this way," Cobsworth urged, putting the rag back into the bowl, "You're a fighter, this is not going to overtake you… This is not how you're going to go out."
Knock, knock, knock
"Come in," Cobsworth called out, turning to face the door.
EEEEEEEERRRRRR
The door opened and a castle doctor came inside the room, holding a medical bag in his hand, walking over to Cobsworth as he stood to his feet.
