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skrblr - Sorry I didn't post the next chapter till later, I actually posted it five minutes after I finished writing it so it was fresh out of my head! Aren't you guys lucky! I didn't realize the chapter would take so long. I really should be writing in my other fic (which you are familiar with I think) but I just love this one so much more! (I shouldn't be saying that now should I) I'm glad you like my characters, I tried so hard to get each one perfect with their own little flaws and good things.

Robin may be okay...and he may not. You never know, I might decide I want an incredibly short fic where one of the main characters dies. You can never tell with me...it's very hard to read the mind of a person who is more then slightly insane. ;-)

And look, a whopping big reply just for you! Aren't you lucky. You'd better get your pencils (and other inanimate objects) ready because I have a feeling the next few chapters might be one hell of a ride (but it may not since I'm writing this before I have even started the next chapter.)

To anyone who is reading but not reviewing please STOP and review. Constructive criticism welcomed.

I'm going to stop with the whole "I do not own these characters", it's all in the first chapter.

IMPORTANT QUESTION! - Does anyone know a few sites where I can post my stories on? Not a fan-fic site but like like where you can post your stories and get reviews but for general writing?

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Several people were crammed into one hut high above the ground, Lottie kneeled next to Robin's limp form checking his wounds and thinking of what she could do for him. The rest of us, that is myself, John, Lara, Will, Allan (who had now joined us) and Rosa all stood nervously hoping and dreading for Lottie to speak, after what seemed like eternity she did. "He looks bad. I won't lie to you, I don't know if he will see the morning. But there's hope, there always is. Marian, pass me my bag." I passed her one of the two small bags we had taken with us, the one filled with herbs. The other was full of clothes and things for while she stayed with us. Lottie opened the bag and took out several dried herbs then threw them in a certain order into the pot that was filled with water and placed over the fire. "I think it would be better if everyone else went to their beds, it's been a long day for everyone." Lottie spoke. They all began to shake their heads but she insisted. "No, you have to. You must regain your strength, I have brought some sleeping draughts I made earlier. Everyone take a sip then hurry back to bed." They agreed grudgingly and took a sip from one of Lottie's bottles. Will and Lara went back to their hut, John and Allan each went back to their own and Rosa to the one we shared though neither of us spent much time there. As I went to take a sip from the bottle Lottie stayed my hand, "Not you sweety. I need your help." I frowned in puzzlement but put the bottle away.

Through the night I stayed by Lottie's side, helping her make her complex potions and fetching things she needed. Midnight came and went and we worked on. Lottie mixed her potions and I applied them to his wounds, I built the fire up. Lottie said we had to sweat the fever out, I just did what she said. But even with all our efforts Robin was getting worse and worse.

As morning came and the others visited I told them that Lottie did not want to be disturbed, Rosa moved some of the simple herbs to our hut and our daily patients were directed there instead. I spent my day flitting between the two. As the sun set once more in the early evening we started to despair, Robin was slowly slipping further and further away from us. I found myself wishing and praying that he would recover, why I don't know. Maybe it was just the fact that we had all worked so hard to help him, maybe it was because I did not want all our work to be wasted.

As I trudged into the hut I paused to look at Lottie, I had just spent the last hour helping Rosa with a young boy who had been caught in a foresters trap. As I studied Lottie I realized how tired she looked, her eye's were barely open and she rubbed at the furiously. I had slept earlier that day for a few hours but I realized that Lottie had merely rested and that she was not as young as she used to be. "Lottie, you need to sleep. Leave me to look after Robin, I know what to do now." She went to argue but then saw the sense in my words, when John came for his daily visit and check up on Robin I asked him to take Lottie to mine and Rosa's hut. "She's wearing herself out, make sure she takes that sleeping draught." John agreed and Lottie smiled thankfully at me.

I watched them walk away with a sigh then turned back to the door and inside. As the evening eventually came to an end and the night started I carried on doing what Lottie had told me, Robin's fever seemed to go down slightly so I gave myself a break. I strolled outside and climbed down the ladder till I was standing in the centre of the outlaw camp, I looked up and could see the network of bridges above me. Everything looked so peaceful, I sat down and leaned my head against the great yew. I stared up at the stars and the moon which was gradually getting fuller. Everything seemed to perfect and safe, for the first time since I had left De'Holt manor I relaxed properly and closed my eyes. Just for a few seconds.

My eyes fluttered open, I stayed where I was, but where was I? I looked up and to my alarm I saw the night patrol leave for their rounds, they left two hours before midnight. I had been sleeping for a few hours at least! I leaped up and began climbing the ladder, as I entered the healers hut I immediately knew something was wrong. It was deathly silent, all I could hear was my rapid breathing. Only mine. I rushed to Robin's side and listened closely. Nothing, no breath. My heart skipped a beat and I started to tremble. But then I heard a small almost silent gasp. I held my breath, I heard it again He was alive. I sighed with relief but it was short lived. Robin was breathing but it was shallow and every now and again he would gasp as if choking on air. His forehead was hot and he kept groaning in his sleep. I forced myself to be calm and took the potion Lottie had made then spread it across his wounds.

As I sat by Robin's side wiping his forehead and whispering soothing words my mind drifted, I was taken back to memories from my past. One was the night my mother lay groaning in her bed, the doctor had said there was nothing he could do. My father had sat by her bed that whole night and held her hand in his own. The following morning he told me and my brother that our mother had passed away. Edward had cried himself to sleep that night and so did I. But that was the only night, I did not have the time to grieve. I had to look after my new baby sister Rosalin. One night, barely a few months after mama had died, I had fallen ill with a fever. I remember drifting in and out of consciousness. It was just before Christmastide and the company of actors had arrived and with them they always brought friends from far of distant places. I could vaguely remember one night that was terrible, dark dreams plagued me and I could not escape. Then when I was at my worst I could remember feeling this incredible sensation of peace and calm, I woke up at that exact moment. There was a calming scent in the air and an old woman sat by my bed. She had been burning some kind of incense which was used often for healing in her country. I listened eagerly as she told me that it was made of a special plant found only in far of countries. The next day as I woke I heard the voice of an angry woman shouting, something about witchcraft and sorcery. I later found out it had been Lottie shouting at the old woman for using "witch herbs" in my presence. The old woman left soon after but not before leaving some of those precious herbs in my care, I begged Lottie to look after them for me and even though she did not like them she had kept them for my sake.

And that was when an idea flashed through my head. The scent of the incense had brought me back from a dreadful fever, maybe it would work for Robin. I hurried towards Lottie's herb bag and began rooting through it. There was no certainty that she would have taken them, but fate was on my side. I found them at the bottom of the bulky bag. I held them to my heart then went to find a small candle. On one of the shelves I found a candle holder, it was made to burn things. There was a small chamber in it where you would put the candle and a little bit above where you would put the herbs, the heat from the candle would heat them up and in this case let of the scent. I hesitated before lighting the candle, the old woman had told me to be careful with them. She had said that it would relax a person who was in pain, either it would relax them but bring them back to the world of the living or it would make them let go and drift off away from us. I lit the candle, it was the last choice we had.

I went and sat on the small uncomfortable stool next to Robin's bed, the herbs began to burn and send of a smooth calming scent. I looked to Robin, there seemed to be no change but it would take time. I clasped his hand in my own and whispered soothingly. But my eyes soon began to droop and no matter how hard I tried to stay awake I couldn't. Eventually I just let sleep take me, I was in such a deep sleep that I didn't eve notice when I fell of the stool and onto the straw that had been laid next to Robin's low bed.

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Robin was in the darkest pit of his mind, everywhere he turned he saw or heard great monsters clawing towards him. Scenes from his past came back to haunt him, the night when the old Sheriff attacked the old Outlaw Camp. Robin had just been two years old, his father had taken him and his mother down the secret paths but the Sheriff's men had found them. They cut down his mother where she stood but Robin hid in the bushes. His father killed every man who got in his path but that did not bring her back.

Robin re-lived the day when he had killed his first man, they had been trying to save a wounded Will from some soldiers and Robin had been on patrol, he had shot an arrow and watched the man die. He had been twelve years old.

Many other memories came back, the last one was his father dying at the hands of Guy of Gisbourne. John had to hold Robin back to stop him running out and getting himself impaled on Guy's sword. Robin tried to scream but his voice had deserted him. Suddenly without warning everything disappeared. He found himself relaxing, all pain left him instantly. He breathed deeply and felt the urge to lie down. He did so, slowly he felt himself float up. In the distance he saw a brilliant light, the fight for life that he had kept up for so long left him. He closed his eyes.

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In the healers hut Robin's body stopped breathing, his hand went limp in Marian's. And almost as a reflex Marian clenched her hand around his.

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Robin felt a sudden jolt that stopped him in mid-air, it was as if someone had grabbed his hand and awoken him. He was still asleep and deep in his mind but he regained the sensation of life and the will to live. He felt pain but it was not the pain of earlier, when he felt as if someone was pressing a newly forged blade against his flesh. Now it felt as if it was healing. He let the feeling in his hand pull him away from the light, towards life.

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Robin's hand suddenly gripped Marian's hand tightly. His eyes blinked open and he sat up, gasping for air.

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