A/N: Hello again! I present to you the forth chappie, told from Robin's POV. Someone asked why I update in short chapters, well the reasons are that 1) I'm too lazy and busy to write long ones, 2) I think it adds more to the suspense, and 3) I get tired of one shots after awhile. So without further ado please enjoy and review.
The Brokens' Healing
Chapter 4
Found
Robin was returning to his makeshift camp, his freshly caught dinner slung over his shoulder. It was then he heard what sounded like a pack of wild dogs, snapping and barking as they closed in on their prey. After three months of living in the forest alone his mind was brimming with curiosity. With the help of Sherwood's foliage he ventured a look.
His heart caught in his throat at the scene. The Marian whom he had once loved and who had married another was gripping the reins of a frightened horse for dear life. Panic was written all over her face as she was thrown from her mount onto the ground. The dogs barked and howled in triumph, seeing that their prey was unconscious.
Robin immediately sprang from the trees and grabbed the fear stricken horse. He quickly tied one of his rabbits to the saddle and sent the horse running down the road with the dogs in pursuit, hungry for fresh meat.
He scooped up the unconscious Marian into his arms and disappeared into the wood as Gisbourne continued to pursue the dogs in search of his runaway wife.
He couldn't help but notice how light Marian was as he carried her to his small camp. She seemed thinner and sickly pale, but even so she was still just as beautiful, she was still Marian.
He laid her down near the fire and wrapped his cloak around her, having noticed how she shivered in the cold night air. Robin still didn't understand why she had agreed to marry the monster that was Gisbourne. The man was an outright traitor to the king and most unworthy of Marian of Knighton.
He had come to the forest to escape the heartbreak that came with her marriage. Just the thought of her with him ripped his heart apart with excruciating slowness. He had run away to forget her and forgive himself for not being able to save her father. Yet as determined as he was it was an impossible task.
He left her alone in his camp so he could look for more firewood and walk off the pain in his chest. A few hours later he had returned to find that she was awake, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. It was then he realized he had forgotten how blue her eyes where and exactly how much he loved her.