A/N. SOOOO SORRY this has taken so long to get up. I've been trying to write all of the chapters ahead of time so that I'm not stuck giving you guys bad chapters. Hopefully, that's a good enough excuse for ya'll. In interest with the story, someone point out that some of Train's injuries seemed to disappear, and for that I'm dreadfully sorry! As of right now, Train has: a broken nose, a dislocated shoulder, a cracked wrist, cracked ribs, his throat has been choked, frozen and burned, his arms are lightly cut, the ice splinter in his leg has melted, but there's still a pretty big hole in his leg, a concussion, a burned shoulder, ankle, middle and hand. That's about it! I'll try and keep these consistent for the rest of the story! Again, sorry about the problems with the story, I'll try and keep them to a minimum from now on. Disclaimers in the first eight chapters.

Train moaned softly as Eight dragged him by the collar back into the cage. The fabric brushed up against his abused throat, making him cough violently. Eight just sneered at him and literally threw his limp form into the cell. Train crashed to the floor and gasped harshly as all of his injuries made themselves known. His leg throbbed, as well as his ribs, and his pounding head didn't want to be left out either. A quick step was all it took for Eight to retreat out of the cell and the door shut sharply after him. Eve and Sven immediately shot towards Train and Eve quickly felt his forehead. Her own bunched in worry.

"He has a fever-Sven, could you get his jacket off of him?" Train lifted his head weakly and waved Sven off with a limp hand.

"I c'n do it…" He mumbled, wincing as his throat seemed to grate at the words. He managed to fumble out of the blue cloth and shove it away from himself before he leaned back against the cool stone wall. Breathing out contentedly at the momentary rush of comfort, his eyes flickered hazily over to Eve, who was dragging the water bucket towards him. Sven walked over and helped.

Three minutes later, the pair had their sleeves rolled up and were dunking strips of Sven's jacket into the lukewarm water. Train watched through half lidded eyes as the sopping wet pile grew on his jacket. After all of Sven's jacket had been thoroughly soaked, Eve started layering strips on Train's too-warm forehead, watching as his eyes closed fully at the coolness they brought him. Sven took up a position to watch the stairs, waiting for the two Numbers who had vanished sometime in the past hour.

Ten minutes passed, and then twenty, and the Numbers still hadn't shown. Sven figured it would be a while until they did return. His sense of time had been blown off course from all the nights spent in a room where natural light was hard to come by, but he figured Train was taken out to fight every day around noon, and then left in the cell for the rest of the time. That gave them a twenty-two hour window to get Train to rest and to fix him up as best as they could before the next fight. All of the other times, a guard had been watching them, and had forced them away from Train. Now, it appeared that the Numbers knew the trio wouldn't be getting out any time soon, and the guards had vanished.

Turning his back to the stairs, Sven came over to help Eve with some of Train's more severe injuries-namely, the still bleeding gash in his leg and all of the burn marks on him. Eve held Train's jacket up questioningly in front of the weakened sweeper before he nodded in accent. Eve wordlessly began tearing up another jacket while Sven took a wet piece of his own and began to wrap it around Train's throat. After three strips, Train moaned in protest. Sven immediately stopped.

"What?"

"Too tight…" He muttered, and Sven realized that even if he was tying them as loosely as possible, it must feel as if a cat was lying across his throat. Bowing his head in apology, Sven undid all of the strips and merely layered them over the abused section of throat.

Eve had finished binding Train's calf and turned to his burned shoulder. It was an angry red color, and the young girl didn't dare touch it. As soon as Sven was through with Train's throat, Eve directed the ex-assassin's attention to herself.

"This is going to hurt." Train nodded wearily and allowed Eve to help him slide down so that he was lying on his back. She smiled quickly at the injured sweeper before pulling together a few drenched cloths and pressing them gently against the burned flesh. Train whimpered softly, drawing a compassionate glance from Eve before she snagged a few more cloths and layered them across the back of his shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly as a wave of pain crossed him but kept him mouth shut, if not for his sake, then for Eve's.

He'd had to treat an injured friend before. Whether it was Sven or Eve, he never liked causing them the pain he had to whenever he tended to their injuries. He was blessedly thankful that he was the one that usually got hurt, because it kept him from the emotional pain of causing the few friends he had any grief. And it was selfish too, he mused as Eve slowly lowered him back to the ground. Selfish of him to want the lesser pain while his friends drew on the agony he felt whenever he was injured. Selfish that he wished upon them a greater form of hurt than would ever fall on him.

He completely forgot about that once Eve pressed down on his middle. A muted cry escaped his lips as he jerked up. His shoulders were met with the ready hands of Sven who gently pushed him back to the ground and held him there while Eve quickly finished putting the wetted jacket against his tender stomach.

"Could have…warned me…" He grit out, and eve managed an amused smile.

"You'd've tensed, and made it all the worse." She replied, pulling his fraying shirt back down over the burn and then binding the strips under the shirt. He winced at any pressure to his abdomen, and Sven kept restraining him until Eve backed away. His fists clenched together once Sven moved away. The movement awakened fresh pain in his palms and he immediately drew them against his chest. Eve already had two pieces of jacket ready and slowly drew one of Train's hand away from his body. Carefully, she wound the wet cloth around his hand before taking the other and repeating the procedure. Train drew the offended appendages back into himself with a quick glare at eve, who just shrugged.

"I could have left them." Train didn't bother to answer, noting for the first time that Sven was taking up a position on his other side and reaching for his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" The words were softly spoken, but they echoed through the small room.

"You dislocated your shoulder, remember?" At the words, a new pain seemed to shoot up Train arm and he nodded.

"Yeah…"

"Well, I'm going to set it back into place." He said. Train closed his eyes as one of Sven's hand went to his upper arm and the other braced against his shoulder.

"On the count of three, ok? One, two," With a quick push the bone slid quickly back into place. Train gasped at the momentary pain, barely feeling Eve begin to strap his arm to his chest as he glared at Sven.

"Three?" he muttered darkly, silently cursing the fact he couldn't get his voice any louder than a whisper, "What happened to three?" Sven cocked his head appraisingly.

"You know what happens when I say 'three'. You tense, and that makes it harder. We went through this not fifteen minutes ago!" Train stuck his tongue out at Sven, only to retract it quickly and Eve smacked him lightly on the head.

"That's not nice." She reprimanded, and Train dropped his gaze sullenly.

"He started it." Eve's eyebrows rose at the childish statement before the ran her eyes over her patient, trying to catch some injury she'd missed.

"Anything else?" Train wordlessly pointed down to his ankle, and Eve could barely see the red that signaled a vicious burn.

"Did it get your foot?" Train shook his head, slowly levering himself back up into a sitting position, despite the dizziness it caused him. Eve pushed the pants leg up gently and took the final three cloths and wound them around the burned flesh. Train didn't wince this time, which dually comforted Eve and concerned her. As soon as she was done with his ankle, she quickly turned to look into his eyes.

"Train?"

"Hmm?" His eyes flickered up to hers, and she started at how dilated they were.

"Can you tell me where we are?" He frowned momentarily.

"Um….Tearju's? I think I got hit with her 'eggs'." He put up air quotes around the word 'eggs'. Eve stared at her friend in horror.

"No…" Sven looked over from where he'd re-taken his position to watch the door.

"What?"

"Train can't remember where we are…"

A/N. Ah, crap, this story's really gotten out of hand. Shoot. I had an outline and everything! I guess this means I won't be able to type up those chapters as fast…Review!

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SHADOW