Note: Written for my dear friend Abby who has been very sick and at the hospital a lot lately. Everyone pray for her okay? This is a get well present for her to cheer her up! Keep fighting, girlie!

He stood there watching her in the doorway of her room, she was asleep. He wouldn't wake her up, she needed the rest. But he would gladly wait for the moment when she would open her eyes. The horseman had patience and he would wait for weeks if he had to.

War took off his cloak and folded it neatly beside the bed. His hand pulled his long silver hair over one shoulder. His eyes studied her and he felt a wave of sadness. She was skinny, pale but he could see her inner strength. She will make it through this.

"War?"Came her weak voice.

"Abigail."

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came to check on you, to help take care of you." He stroked her red hair out of her pretty face so he could see her better, "How do you feel?"

"About as good as I look." She coughed.

"Then you must feel beautiful." He smiled.

Abby shook her head with a short laugh, "I'm not beautiful."

"No, you're right. You're far beyond that." He kissed her forehead.

She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, putting a hand to her chest. She seemed to be in a bit of pain as she tensed up but several moments later her body relaxed again, "I'm so sick of this. I don't know what to do."

"Sick of being sick, love?"

"I had to go back to the emergency room last night for chest pains. My heart is still fast and now its getting irregular. Something is wrong with it. Now I have to go see a cardiologist."

"Everything will be fine, my angel." He whispered, taking her hand in his.

"I just feel like I'm losing motivation and I don't want to get to a point where I just don't care anymore and be unable to get any help."

War felt a sudden determination to help this girl get better, "Don't you give up, Abigail. Don't you dare! God wouldn't put you through this if he didn't think you couldn't make it through. He is helping you, so are all of your friends, your family. Your sister is trying to help you, as well. I'm helping you. We still have plenty of adventures calling our names. Pamela and Death would have to tag along with us. You don't want to miss that, do you?"

"Pamela and her phobia of horses with Death forcing her to ride a dead one?"

"It'll just get even more hilarious after that." He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it, "Don't you dare stop fighting. The world needs you, Abby."

"I'm only one person."

"One person with an amazingly artistic mind that can create worlds beyond a normal human's wildest dreams."

He helped her sit up and held up some crackers.

"You know I can't eat anything without it coming back up."

"Small bites, one step at a time." He handed her a cracker from the pack and she took it, biting off the small corner piece.

Her hand went to her chest and he put his hand over hers, "Breathe in slowly though your nose then out through your mouth. One step at a time. Don't rush or panic."

She nodded and pulled him up so he was sitting on the bed next to her, "Out of all of your fangirls you chose to come to me?"

"You're one in a million Abigail. That's why you need to keep fighting. Do not rush the recovery or you will have to start all over again."

He pulled her to his chest and laid down with her.

"Keep fighting, huh?"

"No giving up, love."

"After I get better we can go on some kind of trip?"

"Anywhere you want."

She thought of War, his brother and her friend and couldn't help but mutter, "Oh, the adventures we will have..." Though it was sarcastic, it was sincere.

With him running his fingers through her hair she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. She had some recovering to do, after all.