A/N: Hello everyone, hope you are enjoying your week so far. Happy October. I am sorry for the little wait on this chapter. I took a few days off from FanFiction. But I have a chapter for you guys, I hope you guys enjoy it and I'll hopefully upload another one by the end of the week (hopefully)

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Chapter Four: Waiting

The last time he was in this much pain was when he got the scars on his face. He got many injuries/wounds since then, but none nowhere near the pain he experience. Now this one…it came close. He should have known there were archers in the buildings; it was a perfect place for them. By the time, he even thought of having Arrow fire into the windows, an arrow came flying out and into his leg. Luckily, Tor was right next to him to protect him from attackers after he was wounded. When they had a chance, they practically pushed Erik through the hole. Knowing Erik could not walk, Tor got Striker to help. Putting Erik's arms over their shoulders, they practically lifted him off the ground and carried him away. A few times, they almost got hit with arrows, but they managed to get away. Now he was laying on the table in the small house, groaning in pain. His ears picked up the sound of Christine…oh god, she must be worried sick. And she was. Standing out of the way of the men, she tried to hold back the tears.

"Get your arrow hot." Tor said to Arrow who grabbed an arrow and walked over to fireplace to place his arrow tip in the fire. He had a special arrow tip that was used for these situations. "Hold him down, lads." A few grabbed Erik to hold him down while Tor grabbed his knife. Giving Erik a cloth, he bit down on it as he felt the knife cut his skin. Covering her ears, she turned to look away. "Keep him still." Tor said as he put the knife down. "This will hurt a little." Grabbing the arrow, he started pulling the arrow. Slowly and carefully, he didn't want to cause more damage to Erik's leg. Even with her ears covered, she could hear Erik's painful scream. With one last pull, the arrow was out and on the floor. They had to move quickly now to stop the bleeding and close the wound.

"Ready." Arrow said as he walked back with the now hot arrow tip. Since the tip was metal, they could use to help close the wound. Christine stayed in the corner, not wanting to get in the wall. And she knew the sight of blood would make her stomach come up.

"I need a bandage." Tor said to them, but none of the them had free hands to get one. Looking behind his shoulder, he could see Christine and plenty of fabric from her dress. "Christine?" He called out, getting her attention. She turned around to look at them, hands pulling away from her ears. "Use the knife, cut some of fabric of your dress. We need bandages and none of us have hands to do it." He said. It was more of an order than request. Nodding, she walked over and grabbed the knife. Quickly wiping the blood off, she began cutting long strips from her dress. Once several pieces were cut, she held them as Arrow began closing the wound. The loud cries of pain made her winch.

"Keep him still." Tor said to the others holding Erik down. One slight move and it could cause more damage than good. Groaning as he felt the hot iron against his skin, he tried not to move. "Christine, we need those bandages ready." He heard Tor's voice. Keeping his eyes closed, he suddenly felt her soft hands on his thigh.

"I'm here…" She whispered softly to him. Turning his head, he opened his eyes to see her. "I'm here, Erik." He could feel someone wrapping the bandage around his leg, making sure it was tight.

"He needs to rest." Turning her head, she glanced up at Tor. Nodding, she knew he was right. With the amount of traveling they would be doing, Erik would need a lot of rest. Sighing, she looked back at him on the table. Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. She whispered softly to him. Letting out a breath, she watched him close his eyes. Once his eyes were closed, she moved away from him.

Unable to stay in the room anymore, she practically ran out of the house. The cold fresh air hit her face as she let out a deep breath. All of the realization hit her, making her knees give out as she sank to the ground. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"You alright, lass?" Looking up, she watched as Tor walked up to her.

"I'm afraid not." Standing up, she fixed what was left of her dress. "I-Is he going to live?" She asked him.

"There's always a chance he may not live." That was not the answer she was hoping for.

"I can't live without him. I'm leaving all of this for him. We need him."

"We?" He repeated. Pausing, she forgot that he didn't know. Saint and Hunter knew, but that was it.

"I-I-I'm…I'm carrying Erik's child." His eyes widen slightly, but he quickly composed himself.

"Congratulations." He said with a smile.

"Thank you." Taking a deep breath, her body slumped. "I haven't even told him yet." Tears starting forming in her eyes. "He's the father of my child and he doesn't even know. And now, there's a chance he may never know. He may not survive…" She started choking her words. "I-I-I…"

"Hey…" He stepped forward. "I promise we will do everything we can to make sure he survives." He promised her.

"T-Thank you, Tor."

"Right now, he needs rest and you. We can stay here for a bit, but not too long." Nodding, she understood. Thanking him again, he headed back inside the house. Staying outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh air. There was nothing she could do but wait and let him rest. Sending a prayer that he would survive, she returned to the house.