Thanks to all who reviewed! There is going to be a bit of Max's point of view at the end of the chapter because I didn't want to just have a little chapter next...read, rate, and review but most importantly ENJOY!

After what seemed like an age I found it. It was soft and fluttering.

"Right she's alive...we need to find shelter-warm and dry preferably-and we need food and water."

I turned to see the pale, teary faces of the flock that nodded and watched them as they split into groups to find food and water and shelter.

Realising Max couldn't afford to lose anymore blood; I tore a strip of the bottom of my shirt. (Yeah I was one of those people who could tear a shirt into shreds with my bare hands! Geez I'm cool!) Then I tightly bound it around her shredded arm, taking care not to touch the mutilated flesh.

When that was done I smoothed back her hair from her forehead and cradled her head gently in my arms. Damn, she was beautiful! I softly traced the features of her face with my pinkie tip, careful to only use the lightest touch.

I looked up a few minutes later to a quiet yet clear yell of "Fang, Over Here!" Gazzy and Nudge were waving their hands in the air like lunatics and gesturing madly at the side of the cliff. Shelter. Carefully, so as not to jostle Max I scooped her limp body up into my arms, bridal style. I hated the way her head lolled lifelessly from side to side as I walked and how her arms swung helplessly in the air.

The cave was cosy...not too small but not too big. It had a nice sandy floor and reminded me terribly of hobbits. I settled Max gently on the floor then persuaded Nudge and Gazzy to go and get some sea water so we could clean her up. As they were keen to return to Max this literally only took minutes. We doused Max in salt water until she was the cleanest we had ever seen her (so probably the cleanest she had ever been in her life). And that was when we noticed.

I had washed my hands then wiped them dry on my trousers then picked Max's head up and placed it on a cushion of our jackets. I had turned around to get a blanket of some sort to put over her then I froze. My hands were wet.

I looked down at them and saw red. Literally. They were covered in blood. Max's blood.

"Oh crap."

Yeah I know; Max's no swearing policy. But hey there is an exception to every rule, and this my friends was a pretty freaking big exception.

If Max's arm was bound up and no longer leaking blood everywhere...then...oh...crap! With ninja like speed I had twisted around and was examining the back of Max's head with concern. There was a head wound. Like my day couldn't get any better!

There was a large gash on the back of her head amidst her fair hair. Well, what used to be fair hair but was now scarlet with blood. I cursed again, very aware of Gazzy and Nudge's appalled looks, she shouldn't of lost this much blood, it was NOT good!

I tore another section of my shirt-well what was left of it-and bound it very snugly around her head, remembering Ms Anne-Fake-Mother-Really-White-Coat advice about putting pressure on wounds.

Leaning back on my heels I surveyed my work with a critical eye. How the hell did she manage to look gorgeous when she was bandaged like a freaking soldier?

Max

Cool hands around my arm.

Soft pillow for my aching head.

I tried to open my eyes but they rebelled against my will.

Someone cursing softly.

They sounded familiar.

Couldn't quite put my finger on whom though.

Tired.

Long fingers probing my sore head.

Ow!

Leave me...alone.

I want ...to...sleep.

My mind flickered back into unconsciousness

That was short, but she has a head injury...you guys know what's gonna happen now don't ya?

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