Heavy coughing came from the cave as Ahkmenrah attempted to eat the food that was given to him. He wasn't really that hungry, but he knew it was important to eat so he could keep his strength up. But he was finding it difficult to swallow without coughing. After a few attempts he gave up, and settled on just drinking some water from their already dwindling supply.

"Where is everyone?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

Teddy, who was making himself useful by weaving evergreen fronds together to make mattresses, looked up from his work. "They left to find Jedediah. He ran off earlier."

Ahkmenrah could see through the former president's calm complexion that something was worrying him. "Is something the matter?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

Teddy sighed, and examined his work before answering. "I am indeed worried, my dear pharaoh. Our water supply is dwindling, and you are still terribly ill. And that water would help lower your fever. " While he said this, Teddy was laying the makeshift mattress down against the back wall, and then walked over to Ahkmenrah. "Stand," He said, helping the weak pharaoh to his feet.

Ahkmenrah groaned from the effort, and with the help of the president, settled down on his new bed. It was rather comfy, the soft leaves brushing gently against his skin as he got comfortable. The soft bedding was a lot more comfortable than the solid ground, and a lot warmer too. Not to mention it smelled good, the little bit he could smell. He was soon close to dozing, comfortable on his new mattress and warmed by a few rays of sunlight that drifted in, helping to ward off his shivers. He finally closed his eyes with a sigh, about to reach comforting sleep...

"Teddy!" Came a voice from a little ways off, startling the pharaoh awake.

Ahkmenrah jerked up just as Larry and Sacagawea ran in, carrying the two miniatures.

"Lawrence!" Teddy exclaimed, just as surprised as Ahkmenrah. "What in the name of...?"

"Teddy! The herbs!" Sacagawea yelled urgently, wasting no time as Larry gently lay the injured Jed on the ground. Octavius was beside him almost immediately, trying his best to keep him calm.

Larry wasn't completely sure what to do, he had very little knowledge of how to treat something like this. But he did remember from a first aid class he'd taken a few years back that it was important to stop the bleeding. Hurriedly, he tore off a small part of his shirt, and pressed it to the cowboy's stomach wound, causing him to cry out in pain. He pressed down harder, refusing to lighten up when the screams became louder.

"Larry," Sacagawea said suddenly, coming to kneel before him. She held more strips of fabric, and the last of the water in the small plastic bottle.

Larry removed his finger, and Octavius resumed the pressure, gently speaking reassuringly to Jedediah, who was screaming and shaking in agony.

"Shhh...it is alright, Jedediah. You are going to be okay." He said, keeping one hand on the cloth and gently holding his friend's with the other. "It will be okay."

"Octavius..." Jedediah gasped, pain in his voice. "Make...make it stop...!"

Octavius hated having to say it to his pleading friend, but there was nothing he could do for him. "I am sorry, my friend. There is nothing I can do."

Jedediah went to reply, but was cut short by another cry of pain when Larry accidentally nudged him. "Please...!...Help...me...!"

"Shhh. It will be over soon. I promise."

"Sacagawea, hurry!" Larry said urgently, glancing down at the two.

Finally, the young Shoshone woman was finished mixing the herb juices together with the last of the water and and carefully picked up the cowboy. The mere movement of being lifted pained the cowboy, and he struggled to hold back a scream.

Very carefully, she removed the cloth, exposing the wound beneath. Larry cringed, and could only imagine the pain he must be suffering. Sacagawea then took another piece of fabric, and dipped a corner of it into the herb juice mixture she had made.

"This will sting," She whispered, gently picking up Octavius as well. "You have to keep him still and calm."

Octavius nodded, and knelt beside his friend in Sacagawea's palm. Jedediah had stopped screaming now, his throat too dry and swollen to utter a sound. But his eyes still shown with fear, and he stared at Octavius, silently pleading for help. Seeing this, the Roman gave a gentle, reassuring smile, though it was forced, and very gently lay his hand on the cowboy's shoulder, careful not to hurt him more. "It will be alright."

Gently, Sacagawea dabbed at the wound, applying pressure and gently re-soaking the fabric before doing it again. With each wet drop of the herb juices Jedediah squeezed his eyes shut in pain, and gripped his friend's offered hand tighter. Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture for both the miniatures and Larry, Sacagawea was finished, and very gently wrapped the little cowboy's midsection with a somewhat clean piece of cloth, and secured it carefully by tying a small knot. Afterwards, she went on to tend to the gash in his arm, carefully cleaning it and wrapping it as best as she could. By the end, Jedediah had lost consciousness.

Quickly, using Ahkmenrah's as a guide, Teddy fashioned a miniature mattress, and Sacagawea gently lay the unconscious cowboy on it, and covered him with a small cloth. She had done everything she could. Octavius took his seat beside his friend's makeshift bed, and gazed at his pale, still face. It was hard to accept that they had done everything they could, which was very little. And it was painful to accept that all they could do was wait, leaving Jedediah at the mercy of time.

And, they were officially, out of water.