Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood or any of the characters therein.
Allan lifted the cup to his lips and drank, quickly covering up the red bag of coins from Guy as it became visible. Will and Djaq continued to stare suspiciously at him. He tried to ignore them, choosing instead to exchange insults with Much.
Eventually Robin, Much, John, and Djaq retired, leaving just him and Will awake. Allan wanted to sleep, but he was didn't want Will to see the extent of his injuries, which would be hard to mask as he climbed to his bed. It was easier to hide while sitting, even occasionally standing, but climbing would certainly hurt more and he didn't want Will to witness that. So he sat on the log next to the fire, and nodded off, wishing Will would just go to bed. Will, of course, was oblivious. He sat silently across the fire, staring into it blankly. Finally Allan gave up on waiting. Will wasn't really paying attention anyway – maybe he wouldn't notice. He got up slowly.
"G'night, mate."
Will nodded in reply, not even looking up. Allan ignored the pain as he walked to his bunk and stared at Will's bed under his. He grasped the edge of his own bed and began to pull himself up, as he had done so many nights in the past. He hadn't counted on the pain being this much though, and quickly dropped back down, trying to muffle his groan. Will wasn't as oblivious as it looked, though, because he looked up at that.
"Allan?" he asked quietly.
Allan thought about not replying, but realized that would just make Will more suspicious.
"Yeah?" he said, trying to make his voice sound normal. It came out rather strained anyway.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," he lied, hoping it would satisfy Will. It seemed to work, as Will lowered his head to watch the fire again. Allan turned back to the problem at hand – how to get to bed without causing too much pain to his battered body. He thought if he tried going slowly, it might help. He grasped his bed again and began to slowly pull himself up. It didn't really help with the pain though, and he dropped back down, at least managing not to groan this time.
Will suddenly appeared at his side.
"You are not alright," he accused. Allan leaned against the bed and didn't respond. Will looked at him silently for a couple of minutes. Then he grabbed his cloak and swung up to Allan's bed. Allan blinked at him, not understanding.
"Good night, Allan," Will said, then rolled over so he was not facing him.
Allan swallowed down the shame that filled him as he understood that Will was offering him his bed. Will didn't know that he had betrayed them; or he would be attacking him right now, not offering his bed. But Will didn't know, and Allan wasn't going to tell him, so there was nothing to do but accept the gift. He sat on Will's bunk, hearing his friend's slow breathing above him, and laid down to go to sleep.
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