Lancelot woke up to a smiting head ache. He felt his temples and swore as another sharp stroke of pain coursed through his already abused head. He felt his eyes water, this was worse than hell. He managed to focus his eyes on the nearest window and saw water running down the pane.
'It must be raining.' He thought, his mind slow from the pain.
A sharp knock on the door did nothing to improve his mood as his sensitive ears protested to the noise and his mind exploded in another sharp burst of pain.
"Come in" he managed to growl
"Lancelot, how are you feeling?" Came the all too familiar voice.
"Like hell Arthur."
Arthur gave him a sympathetic look, he knew that feeling.
"Don't worry, it will pass soon, hopefully with the storm. The rest of you doesn't look too bad." He said making an observation of his friends' body, not a scratch from the battle remained.
"Yeah well that is a bloody miracle; I was pierced with an arrow through the chest. I shouldn't be feeling anything at all."
"It's the girl , she healed you."
Lancelot looked up at Arthur sharply not comprehending what he said at first, then another good minute passed before he asked the obvious question.
"How?"
Arthur gave his best friend a toothy grin before speaking.
"Oh you're going to love this Lance. She healed you with a…kiss."
Lancelot looked at his friend as though he just went mad. A kiss, the girl healed him with a kiss. That was impossible, the stuff of fairy tales. The stuff that parents tell their children to guide them to sleep. His friend couldn't be for real, could he?
Seeing the doubt on Lancelot's face Arthur quickly spoke up.
"She did Lance, I promise, I know it sounds incredible but she did it right before my very eyes, and you know I wouldn't lie to you."
Lancelot gave his friend one final piercing look before shrugging and looking away.
"I wasn't doubting you Arthur but you have to agree, this is too much for a man with a killer head ache."
Arthur smiled and went to sit by his friend. They sat together in silence Arthur's arm around Lancelot's shoulder. The rain started to pass; all that remained was the minor drizzle that only lightly beat against the window. Finally Arthur new that he must go. The meeting was to begin soon and Lancelot wasn't even informed yet. Getting up softly off the bed he turned towards the other man.
"You must dress Lancelot; we have a meeting with all the knights at the round table. The girl, the one who saved your life, will be there. She's holding the meeting. I suggest you hurry and get ready.
Lance looked around and quickly spotted a problem.
"What about clothes Arthur, you don't think the lady would mind if I paraded in in my birthday suit."
Arthur laughed, but pointed to the clothes resting on the chair in the corner of the room.
"When you're done, come to the hall, we will not start with out you."
With that he left.