We're back with another chapter :) Hope you enjoy. Funny how this was supposed to one shots and ended up just being one gigantic injury prone story lol.

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I Thought You Loved Me

Mal smiled as she approached Harry. The initial shock of his savior quickly dissipated when he realized that he couldn't do anything. Strapped down to a table and hurting, Harry yelled in frustration.

"I was afraid you were going to be in a coma. Whoever did this, hit you pretty hard." Mal explained.

Harry groaned. Harry was pissed. He had been poisoned, kidnapped, and then kidnapped again by Mal. Seriously, someone had it out for him. "What do you want?"

"I'm just patching you up, no bones about it." Mal shrugged pulling out a wet, dirty cloth.

"I'm fine," Harry tried to get up but he was still strapped to whatever it was he was on, "let me go."

"That wouldn't be wise-"

"-you know what wouldn't be wise? Keeping me here against my will," Harry growled struggling against the restraints, "now. Let. Me. Go."

Mal sighed shaking her head as she dropped the cloth back into the washbasin. Making her way to Harry, Mal tried her best not to cast too many glances at Harry's toned body.

"Come on now." Harry insisted. She was stalling and he was sick and tired of not being able to do anything for the entire day.

Mal undid his straps and watched as he slowly sat himself up. That small movement almost made him pass out, there's no way that he's going to get anywhere in this state. Mal shook her head as she watched him place his feet on the floor only to fall forward dangerously, but Mal was there to catch him. She laid him in a sitting position, allowing him to catch his breath which he seemed to be having a hard time doing. They sat like that for five minutes, Her hands on his shoulders and his head leaning against the wall trying to reassert himself.

"Are you okay?" Mal asked.

Harry nodded his head. Of course he was okay, he'd never admit to any sort of pain he was having, and that was a pain to anyone trying to help him. Hah, she's not helping him, this is only an 'I owe you one' instance. Now Harry owes her and that's something she can live with. Mal folded her arms, staring into Harry's eyes. Eyes cannot deceive her, Maleficent's daughter. She dove deep into Harry's mind because he was too weak to resist at the moment. The full extent of his injuries was revealed to her and they weren't pretty.

"You are malnourished, have multiple bruised ribs and a terrible concussion." Mal stated. "You call that fine?"

Harry scoffed, "since when have you cared about my health?"

"What did they want with you, your captors?" Mal averted the conversation.

"Bait." Harry replied.

"Nice." Mal laughed. "How'd you get caught?"

"They jumped me, I was getting medicine for..." Harry trailed his mind back on Gil's health. "I have to go."

"Wait," Mal tried to stop Harry but he was eventually on his feet, albeit he was leaning on the wall heavily, "come on, you're not well."

"That's too bad." Harry shrugged making his way to the door, his hand clutching the left side of his stomach to ease the pain of his ribs.

He made it to the door and was about to open it but Mal was in his path yet again. "Come on Mal-"

"-you are not well." Mal tried again. Hoping this time that he understood she meant business.

Harry huffed in annoyance. He would've well been on his way to Uma or Mother Gothel's shop if Mal wasn't constantly getting in the way. "I-".

"Get in the bed. Now." Mal wouldn't take no for an answer. Instead of waiting for him to respond, she grabbed him by the hand and with a little force, had him on the bed again.

"Gah, mercy!" Harry groaned holding onto his side a little harder as he slowly lifted his legs back on the bed.

"Suck it up." Mal spoke grabbing a threadbare blanket from a rickety dresser.

Harry watched as Mal placed the blanket over Harry bringing it up to his waist. Then she grabbed some more blankets and ordered him to lift his head so she could prop it up. When she finished, she lingered a little bit with her head not too far from his. "What are-"

"Shhh." Mal shushed as she placed her finger on his lips. Her face was much closer which made Harry start to sweat. Before Mal could get closer a gasp was heard from the doorway. Turning their heads to the disturbance they saw that it was Uma and she looked pale.

Uma shook her head as she turned around intent on leaving.

"Wait, Uma!" Harry called after pushing Mal away from him.

Uma sighed as she turned her head to look at him, "what?"

"It's not what it looks like!" Harry spoke reaching his hand to Uma's only to have it slapped away.

"And what do you think it looked like," Uma growled frowning at Harry's sudden disability to speak, "I thought you loved me."

"I do!" Harry hastily replied to her retreating back.

Uma left Harry with Mal, she was upset no doubt, but she would think that he would at least follow his capt-

"Uma, I'm sorry." Harry whispered into her ear, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Yeah." Uma breathed as she closed her eyes to think.

"What can I do to win you over?" Harry asked in his heavy Scottish accent, hoping that she wasn't angry enough to say-

"-nothing." Uma then shrugged him off of her before continuing down the dark alley. Harry called for Uma but she didn't turn back, there was no way he was just going to let her leave him with Mal. "Uma!"

"Don't bother, she's still shaken up, I'd wait a day or two." Mal nonchalantly spoke up from behind him.

Harry was fuming. Uma left because of what she thought she was interrupting. Thankfully, Uma had saved him from anything actually happening. Sinking to his knees, Harry held his hand over his heart. It killed him to think that Uma left, he looked down at the ground trying to figure out how to turn it around.

"So that's it?" Oh great, Mal's still there.

"Leave me alone." Harry growled.

Mal snorted. "That's all the thanks I get, wow."

"It's your fault Mal," Harry yelled standing up, "go back from where you came from!"

"Fine. I'm done being a nurse," Mal scoffed, "one last piece of advice, don't let her think she won or you might very well lose her."

Mal's footsteps faded into the bleak Isle. Harry sat still for awhile before he realized Mal's words. Uma wants me, even if she's too angry to understand that right now.

Uma had arrived back in Gil's new room. Lost in thought, Uma hadn't heard the voice of her comrade calling to her.

"-llo?"

Uma sat bolt upright as she looked in the direction of the noise. It was Gil, and he was finally awake.

Welcome back Gil, but you should've stayed unconscious because, well, people have it out for you. For everyone reading Saving Ben, you will have to wait another week for the next chapter. Sorry