I'M BACK MY LOVELIES!

And I have brought the long awaited tenth chapter of Jekyll and Hyde in Wonderland~!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, that honor belongs to Robert Louis Stevenson. I also do not own any characters, themes, or ideas from Alice In Wonderland, that right belong to Lewis Carroll.

NOW THEN.

ENJOY~!

CHAPTER TEN

HEALING

'…...pain…..'

"Heh….ehehehahaha….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

'…me…'

"And just what the hell is so funny?!"

'…Stride…'

"Ehehehehe…..just how stupid do you think I am? I may be mad, but I'm no fool, Stride. Whether I tell you where Henry is or not you'll still put me through whatever torture you like in the end. So you can threaten me all you want, but I will never tell you where he is."

'…pain…..'

"That the best you've got, pretty boy?"

'…...pain…..'

"Time to die, Edward Hyde."

'…'

"NO!"

'…...Henry….?'

"Ah, there you are, Henry."

'…no…'

"Don't just stand around gawking you fools! Stop them!"

'...run…'

"I'm so sorry….."

'...why…..?'

"GET AWAY FROM US! I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM!"

'...who….?'

"I won't let you down, Edward….I will save you….I promise."

'...Henry….'

Hyde slowly awoke, those last few words echoing in his mind as he forced his eyes to open, immediately closing them again at the harsh light above him.

'Where…..am I…..?'

"Oh, good! You're awake!"

'That voice…'

His eyes opened once more, gradually adjusting to the bright light as he looked over to his right, where the familiar voice had come from. Standing next to his bedside was a woman dressed all in white, her hair of the same color and braided with strings of diamonds and pearls, her bright silver eyes watching him intently, a warm smile on her silver painted lips.

"Q-Queen E-Emma…..?" His voice was hoarse and his throat dry, an uncontrolled stutter plaguing his words.

The White Queen tutted at the state of his voice, carefully helping him to sit up- from which Hyde realized he felt little pain. She smiled and turned to a small table beside the bed, picking up a small glass filled with water and carefully placing it into the madman's pale and slightly trembling hands.

Hyde brought the edge of the glass to his lips, taking small sips of the liquid it held. The cool water felt good on his throat, soothing it and making swallowing and breathing much easier.

For the next few minutes things were quiet between them, Emma watching silently with her hands folded in front of her as the Hatter slowly finished the entire glass. Once he was done he set it on the table once more, before looking back up at the woman beside him.

He had questions.

"My Queen, if I may ask, how did I get here?"

"It was quite an odd sight. That friend of your's, Dr. Henry Jekyll, showed up in the back of The Bandersnatch, holding your pale and cold form close to his own. He begged me to do anything I could to help you. And yet despite asking me for help, he handled most of it himself." Emma answered with a knowing smile, a quiet laugh leaving his silver lips.

"He….what? How do you mean, ma'am?" Hyde asked softly in shock, not quite sure what Henry could have done.

"He is a doctor after all, apparently in his world he has dealt with injuries like your's before. The first thing he did was clean and stitch up that nasty gash in your shoulder, wrapping it in bandages afterwards," She began, pausing as Hyde looked down at the bandages wrapped around his chest with amazement in his eyes, before continuing, "after that he set your broken nose and cleaned up the rest of the blood from that injury."

Hyde was speechless. He had only known the doctor for a matter of hours, and yet the man was already risking his life to save his.

"Where is he?"

Emma raised one hand to gesture towards the other side of Hyde's bed. The madman quickly turned to look, his brow furrowing in confusion until he glanced down and found the good doctor curled up against the side of his bed and another small table.

Henry was slightly pale, his chest rising and falling slowly as he slept on, his knees drawn up against himself and his hands resting in his lap, covered in dried blood- probably Hyde's.

"Why is he so pale?" The blonde hatter asked in concern, not taking his eyes off the doctor's sleeping form.

Emma sighed, looking down at Dr. Jekyll as well.

"You lost a lot of blood. It was obvious you needed a transfusion, but no one in the castle had a type of blood compatible to your's. Until we tested his own, that his. Oddly enough, the two of you have the exact same blood type." She explained softly, her silver eyes watching the madman's reaction.

"He….he gave his own blood…..to save me…..?" Hyde asked softly, green eyes wide in shock, a few tears coming to them- but he refused to let them fall.

"He did."

The answer was simple, but it's meaning was far from it.

"I'll leave you two to rest." The White Queen spoke softly, before taking her leave of the room, quietly closing the doors behind her.

Hyde never took his eyes off the doctor's sleeping form, a million questions flooding his mind as he brought up a hand to gently comb through Jekyll's messy, brunette hair.

'Why, Henry…..? Why would you help me in such a way…?'

Hope you lovely people enjoyed this newest installment, and hopefully chapter eleven will be up soon, since I've already blocked it! Let me know what you think!