A/N: New chapter! And my football team won their first game!

Apparently I had fallen asleep; this room got rather stuffy. Ichabod was changing my bandage, and he startled me.

"Sorry. But you must relax. You have a fever."

I glanced at the window and saw that it was night. I had slept all day. My head was throbbing, and I sighed in pain. Ichabod's hands left my side and traveled up to my face. He brushed my hair back with soft, warm hands. I noticed markings on them.

"What are these?" I asked, taking his hand in mine, gesturing to the markings. "Or is it the fever?"

"I've had them since I was a child."

"Tell me how you got them."

"Another time." His eyes were distressed. He was clearly worried about me.

Ichabod finished with the bandage and sat in a chair next to me. He reached over to the nightstand where a glass was sitting. It was steaming.

"Drink this. It'll help with your fever."

I sat up, and Ichabod tipped the glass back into my mouth. It wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but it would help. He helped me lay back slowly.

"Go back to sleep. Your fever should be gone by morning."

I smiled at him. "Thank you."

He took my hand in his. "You're welcome."

****

Ichabod was right; my fever was gone in the morning. I sat up, and realized my wound felt infinitely better. What was that drink that he had given to me? After a moment I realized I was not alone in the room.

"Who are you?"

A boy who looked no more than twelve was sitting in a chair by the door. He looked up.

"I'm Masbeth. Constable Crane told me to look after you."

"All right, but who are you exactly?"

"Oh, I'm his apprentice, in a way."

"Mmm. Where is Ichabod?"

"He had to do...some...stuff." This guy wasn't telling me everything.

"I deserve to know the full story. Who is Ichabod Crane, why is he here, and what is up with this town? Even though I can't leave this bed, I can still make your life miserable if you don't fess up."

Masbeth was startled by my reaction, and he realized it was for the best if he told me.

"Okay. A month or so ago, the town elder, Peter Van Garrett, was found dead..."

He spoke of many murders committed by the Headless Horseman, how Ichabod, I mean Constable Crane, was sent here to investigate, and how Ichabod had fallen in love with Katrina Van Tassel. After he finished the story, everything came into perspective for me.

"Wow. That is quite an adventure. What happened to Katrina?" I was very curious about the young girl's fate.

"She died. From a brain fever. The Constable was heartbroken. That's why he stayed with you last night. He was afraid that you..." His voice trailed off.

"That I would die." I finished his sentence for him. "Well, I have not died. What was that stuff he gave me last night?"

"Katrina was a witch, of sorts. She made that same potion for him when the Horseman stabbed him. Took away his fever, and quickly healed his wound."

"Ahh. It certainly works." I smiled at Masbeth. "When will Ichabod be back?"

"Shortly. He had to go down to the notary's shop to locate a will, after which he said he would take Gunpowder out for a ride."

"Gunpowder?"

"His horse."

My face lit up. "He has a horse? I love horses! When can I see him?"

"After you're healed, which will be very soon, I expect."

For the rest of the morning, I sat in bed writing all about Ichabod and his story.

A/N: OK, so I know that Masbeth's explanation of the events that occured in Sleepy Hollow was...short and not very detailed. But this is FANFICTION- you should already know what happened!