Sorry if the previous chapter was a little bit gross.
Chapter 10: Suffering
Merry ran back to the campsite carrying Pippin's limp body in his arms.
"Aragorn! Aragorn, help!" he called.
"What's wrong?" Aragorn asked as he approached them.
"The-there's something wrong with Pippin. He threw up several times and he coughed up blood." Merry said, gasping.
Aragorn quickly took Pippin over to his bedroll and layed him down. After carefully examining him, he found to great distress that the poison had caused Pippin to be bleeding inside. He would have to stop the bleeding quickly if Pippin was to survive. To stop the bleeding, he would have to perform surgery on Pippin, which would be difficult since he didn't have many of the proper healing tools. It would also be risky, for there was a chance that either serious infection could set in or Pippin could bleed to death during surgery.
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Merry waited outside the camp with Frodo, Sam, Gimli, and Boromir while Aragorn and Legolas performed the dangerous surgery on Pippin. They waited for what seemed like forever until Aragorn approached them. Aragorn knelt down in front of Merry.
"Is he okay?" Merry asked immediately.
"Well, he did make it, but it doesn't look good. He lost alot of blood and it is possible that infection could set in." Aragorn explained.
"Can I go over and see him?" Merry asked, his voice shaky from trying to hold back tears.
"Yes, he needs you right now. The main thing he needs for the time being is love and comfort." Aragorn answered.
Merry walked over to where Pippin was laying. He was as still and pale as death. He didn't have his shirt on and he was covered in white blankets. Merry knelt down beside him and took his hand in his and held it to his heart.
"Oh, Pip..." Merry whispered as he gently stroked Pippin's curls back form his forehead.