The coach ride to Bingley's estate took only two hours, by the time they had arrived; Darcy was asleep and his fever had spiked. But had they stayed at his residence, things would probably look worse for him. The best place for him was Jane and Charles' room, and so that is where they placed him. Darcy woke up and was confused about his surroundings, he had no idea how he had gotten there and why he was there. Bingley, who was sleeping for a moment's time, noticed that he was waking up.

"Charles..." Darcy called out in a hoarse voice

"I'm here." Bingley said quietly

"Where am I? How did I get here?" Darcy asked, he had once stayed in Bingley's house but he had never seen the bedchamber.

"You're in my bedchamber, Fitz. We had a slight ordeal at your house and we thought it'd be better for you to spend the rest of your recovery here." Bingley explained

"Is that all?" Darcy questioned

Bingley nodded, Darcy suddenly fell back asleep. Bingley sighed in remorse and placed a cold cloth on his forehead, Elizabeth came into the room and put a hand on Bingley's shoulder.

"You need some rest, you have been doing too much." Elizabeth insisted

"He needs me just as much as he needs you." Bingley said softly

Elizabeth sat on the bed and took her husband's hand as she looked at Bingley square in the eye.

"You have been at his bedside too often and you have yet to rest yourself. Just take a brief napping and then you can resume your duties and care for my husband, but in the meantime I will sit with him." Elizabeth suggested

Bingley left the room and went down to his parlor, and laid down on the sofa. He closed his eyes for 20 minutes and drifted to sleep, while sleeping he had a horrific nightmare; Darcy was alone in the room with no one with him and he took up his pistol and put it to his head; killing himself. Bingley woke up shaking and sweating, Jane was walking by and saw her husband in a bad state of fear. She rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, it took awhile for him to return the hug.

"What happened?" Jane asked as she stroked Bingley's face

"I...just had a bad dream." Bingley said nervously

"I'll get you some tea." Jane said as she rose from her spot and walked away

Bingley laid back down for awhile, unable to shake his horrible nightmare out of his mind.