Chapter 10: Healed

When I finally opened my eyes again, I found myself on my stomach. There was an intense burning pain in my leg, and I could hear Lancelot and Galahad talking.

"How's my leg?" I turned as well as I could and looked at Lancelot.

He stopped talking and looked at me. "It's going to be fine. Thou still hast the damage from that bear trap to worry about, though."

"No need to lie to me. I saw the-"

"Water blessed by the Lady of the Lake healed that perfectly." Lancelot gave me what I think was a smile, but it looked more like a smirk. Typical Shadow expression. "Thou art useless if such an injury were to be treated by normal means."

"Wounds like that can't just-"

"Do not move." Lancelot placed both hands on my leg and prevented me from moving it. "Tis a delicate healing... Thou must remain in that place."

"Didn't think Camelot allowed magic besides Merlin," I commented. Better to talk than just lay there. The pain would keep me up anyway.

"Camelot has always allowed for most magic," Galahad said. "Merlin brought it to us, and the people learned it from him. Besides, the Lady of the Lake enjoys spoiling her only son."

"Galahad, thou knowest how I hate mentioning that." Lancelot didn't look too happy, and I couldn't help my laugh.

"Art thou in love with the Lady Guinevere, as well?" Lancelot gave me a confused look, and I stopped laughing. "Where I come from, there's... You know what, never mind."

That was stupid. Why had I even asked? He couldn't be in love with someone that wasn't here. I mean, sure he had to make Galahad with someone...

"So, Galahad," I turned to look at him instead. "What ever happened to your mom?"

"My mother..."

"That wench left him with me the first chance she got," Lancelot spat. "Galahad has no mother, nor does he need one."

Well, that conversation ended quickly. I was still curious though.

"Prostitute, then?" I asked.

"A mistake that I both regret and am happy for. Thy wound is nearly healed. Get rest."

I pouted and moved one arm under my head. Way to change the subject. The pain had faded at least, and I soon felt myself drifting off to sleep.

This time when I woke, it was because the sun was rising. I was the first to get up, and looked at the two knights. Lancelot looked much different in his sleep. Less Mr. Grumpy and more calm. I wonder if Shadow looked anything like that... The guy's been through so much, I wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't. I sighed and stood up. This was going to get me nowhere. Shadow wasn't here, and thinking of my friends was only bound to make me miss them again.

Stretching brought that now-familiar sensation of dull pain to my leg, though it was barely there now. That stuff he'd used must've done more healing than he thought. Or I hadn't used my leg enough. It hadn't really moved the last few hours. The dull ache didn't develop into anything more as I finished stretching, and I decided to take a walk. Those two would be fine for a few minutes.

Walking back to the ruins, I found an area I could climb up and started. At the top I took a deep breath of fresh air and slowly let it out. This is what I had been missing since my arrival. Air filled with the natural scents of the world, the wind blowing through my...clothes. I looked down at the shirt fluttering around my torso and the pants still covering my legs. Without a moment's hesitation, I slipped the pants off and dropped them to the side. They were ripped anyway. I stretched and smiled at the clouds before closing my eyes. This was great. Nothing was attacking, no one was here to bother me, and the sun felt great on my face.

"Sonic!" Galahad's voice broke me from my blissful moment and I hurried to the side of the ruins. "Get down here. Father wishes to be going soon." I smiled and gave him a thumbs up before buckling the belt around my waist again and climbing back down. "Where art thou pants?" Galahad tilted his head as he looked me over, and I shrugged.

"They just get in the way. I hate the things, anyway."

Galahad opened his mouth to say something, but Lancelot walked over and cut him off. "How is thy leg?"

"Better than before." I turned and gave him a smile as well. "I'll be running again in no time."

"I can't wait to see thy skills," Galahad laughed. "The way thou speakest about it, one would think thou art the best runner around."

"Not really one to brag, but I am known as the fastest thing alive." I posed, pointing a thumb at myself with the other hand on my hip. "You wanted to get moving, right? Let's go!"