Chapter 10

Ganson waited nervously outside of the closed infirmary door, pacing back and forth. Link had been in there for an hour, and he was starting to get worried. With all of his nervousness, he didn't even hear the footsteps behind him. He jumped a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around, then quickly calmed down when he saw the owner of the hand.

"Nabooru, you startled me," Ganson sighed. Nabooru smirked.

"Sorry," she spoke. "So, how's your knuckleheaded brother?"

"I don't know. He's been in there for over an hour and nobody's come out yet. I'm getting worried. What if they found something else wrong with him?" Nabooru put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Ganson, calm down. He's fine. He just injured his arm, that's all."

"He wasn't fed or given water in two days! A person dies after three or four days with no water!" Nabooru then started shaking him a bit.

"You're the king of the Gerudos! You shouldn't be acting like this!"

"I'm a brother first!" Nabooru blinked at him, then slowly let go of his shoulders.

"I'm sorry." Ganson frowned, then took her hand. Nabooru blinked in surprise again, then looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, Nabooru." The two looked at each other silently for a few moments before the door opened. The doctor looked at the two Gerudos and removed his glasses. The two looked at him, then at their hands. They quickly let go of each other. "Nothing happened. Anyway, how is he?"

"Well, he's dislocated his shoulder," explained the doctor. "We reset it and his arm's in a sling. He'll be fine in a week. He's not eating as much as he normally does, but that's normal for someone who's been without food for a few days. He's going to be fine." Ganson and Nabooru sighed in relief.

"So why did it take an hour to establish all of that?" asked Nabooru. The doctor frowned.

"I found something strange on his neck. I don't know what it is, but I can't remove it with the tools that I have. It looks like only magic can remove it. I suggest you wait until he's asleep to remove it." Ganson frowned worriedly, then nodded.

"I'll talk to Zelda. Maybe she can remove it," replied Ganson. "Can I see my brother now?"

"He'll come out and see you in a few minutes once he gets dressed." Ganson nodded, then watched the doctor go back into the infirmary. Ganson frowned.

"This is going to be harder than I thought." Nabooru looked at him, confused.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Link's a light sleeper. The slightest noise wakes him up. How are we going to get that thing off of him the way he sleeps?" Nabooru thought for a moment, then smirked.

"I've got an idea." Before Nabooru could open her mouth again to explain, Link walked out of the infirmary, his right arm in a sling. Ganson smiled.

"How are you feeling, Link?" Link smiled.

"I'm fine. My arm's sore, but it's fine." Ganson nodded, then Nabooru cleared her throat.

"I'm going to leave you two be," she stated. "I'm going to go see what's for dinner. I'm starving. Bye." She then quickly walked off and walked towards the kitchen. Link looked around nervously, then looked at Ganson.

"Hey, Ganson? Do you think you could do something for me?" Ganson looked at Link worriedly.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Link frowned.

"Darrel's after me, I know it. He seems to find a way to catch me off guard, then strikes. I…I don't feel comfortable sleeping. I'm worried he might come while I sleep." Before Link could continue, Ganson put a hand on Link's good shoulder and smiled at him.

"Why don't you stay in my room with me until we take care of Darrel?" Link smiled, then hugged him with his good arm.

"Thanks, Bro."