Justice is Swift But Vengeance is Sweeter (A Judge Frollo Fanfiction)

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   Healia watched in fear, Melanie was very good, better than a lot of doctors in Paris even, but Healia couldn't help but worry. Frollo had fallen to the floor unconscious, reminding Healia that she'd never tended to the infection, making her begin to scream and shriek at how they needed to get him to Melanie and take care of him. Nikolas had been wrapped in a sheet and put to the side, awaiting burial. Obviously they couldn't bury him with him being the son of an advisor to the king. They'd brought Frollo into the Court of Miracles and Melanie hand swiftly gotten to work. And all the while Healia was pacing about, the following words running about in her head.

"My fault, oh my fault, my fault!" If she had just taken care of the wound he wouldn't be passed out as Melanie cut the wound back open. But she couldn't help but be relieved a little, at least it was Melanie doing it, she was professional. She stood near Frollo, staring at his unconscious face silently. He'd healed well, his body void of many scars that could have occurred even though a few lingered and many burns nearly disappeared. What mattered now was his leg; if things grew worse and it spread amputation might be the only way to save his life. Though it was going to be a last resort, cutting off a leg was deadly work, he would need to survive the operation was well as keep the leg bandaged. Suddenly Frollo groaned, Healia spinning to him to find Melanie wiping her knife, giving Healia a small smile on her wrinkly face.

"He sure is a looker; men just aren't built like that anymore." Healia blushed wildly and Melanie gave a cackle, spreading paste on the open wound. After cutting back open she had taken careful procedure to clean it of pus and cut away any infected tissue. Now she had to cleanse it with the ointment and then decide whether to sew it up or burn it. "Of course, he seems to have takin' a liking to you girl, to let you tend to him so long. And if he asks for your hand, tell him he needs to do it bare chested, it will make you feel more confident about your decision." Healia gasped in embarrassment, putting a hand to her hot cheeks.

"Melanie! Who ever said a thing about marriage and that sort of thing?! He's in bed with an infected leg that will have to be sewn up! I don't think this is the time." Melanie chuckled to herself, going back to tending Frollo just as Clopin walked in, wrinkling his nose at Frollo.

"Now my little sun sprite, what are we to do with...him?" Clopin inquired. Healia sighed, looking at Frollo gingerly.

"We can't kill him and you know that. He's been missing for almost a week and you know that if he stays gone any longer there will be trouble. He's already been though a lot as it is." Healia said softly, pushing the iron grey locks from Frollo's eyes. Clopin felt his heart seize in his chest, it was horribly disturbing to find his precious sun sprite, the little girl he'd sworn to protect, talking and touching the worse man in all of France with such compassion. He knew exactly what had happened, and it was going to be a very big problem. Healia had fallen in love. Pulling away the purple mask Clopin looked at her wearily.

"Tell me exactly how you feel about him Cherie, right now." Looking down she whispered shyly.

"I care a lot about him, but, it's more than that. I feel like he completes me. Maybe, if we are together we could make a better future for gypsies and those in Paris!" Clopin stiffened; there it was, in her own way she cared about Frollo, she loved him. But was he willing to let go of one of his babies? He watched her stroke his cheek absentmindedly; he remembered the day he found her, alone and afraid, crying quietly, dressed in rags. He'd been walking back to the Court when he'd found her, swiftly picking her up and taking her back with him after she provided no answers to his questions. He'd been with her and Esmeralda almost all their lives, helping them learn to dance and sing and play instruments, breaking up arguments and soothing nightmares and just watching them grow into lovely women. So many years of dedication and love, was he willing to let her go? He reminisced in the night where both of them slept beside each other in his arms, listening to them sigh and mumble in their sleep. Giving a heavy sigh he touched her head, making her look up at him.