Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or Anya, only Nick :)
Anya was sent to the first aid tent. They bandaged her wounds, but she had lost a lot of blood. As promised, Nick never left her side. He should have been out there fighting, filling out his duty; but something inside told him that helping and staying with Anya was more important right now.
The spent the day waiting,, not knowing. Nick had been told that her recovery was not looking good; Anya had showed no signs of getting any better. She lay on the makeshift bed, sleeping mostly.
The doctor came in to check on her in the late afternoon, asking Nick to leave as he always did. He left the tent and sat in the dirt. He sighed; knowing that every time the doctor went in, it could be the last time.
The doctor came to the door of the tent about fifteen minutes later. His skin was paler than before, and his eyes appeared lifeless and full of grief. Just like Anya. Nick's heart sank. As he re-entered the tent, the doctor patted his shoulder. He knew how hard it was for Nick. Nick sat next to Anya and stroked her hair. He shook his head,
"Oh Anya." Her dark strands of hair felt soft in-between his fingers. He ran his fingertips down to and over her wounds ever so gently, as if not to hurt her. A tear shed from his grieving eyes.
"I love you, MacPherson."