When Louise awoke the sun was streaming through the holes in her shutters temporarily blinding her with the brightness of it. Her body felt weak as if she hadn't eaten for days and her throat dry like sandpaper She closed her eyes before opening them again, everything ached and she felt as if she had been run over by a carriage. The door then opened and Marian walked in.

"You're awake." Marian seemed relieved. Louise gave her a scathing looked and tried to speak but her throat was so sore and dry only a rasping noise came out.

"Here." Marian sat down on the chair next to her and handed her a goblet of water. "How are you feeling?" Louise drank the water and felt it slide, soothingly down her throat.

"What happened?" Louise croaked.

"What do you remember?" Came her reply. She thought back to last night.

"Leaving Jane's funeral." Louise murmured both Louise and Marian knew that she didn't just leave but Louise wasn't going to mention it.

"After that?" Marian asked. Louise shook her head.

"Nothing. What happened?"

"I'm not sure, Sir Guy found you and brought you back, you were unconscious." Louise looked shocked but quickly masked it over, and she groaned as she sat up and stretched her neck and back clicking.

"What time is it?" Louise asked

"Nearly midday." Marian confirmed but there was obviously more to the answer and Louise, sensing this, gave her a questioning look. Marian sighed before answering. "Its Thursday, you've been unconscious with a fever for two days.

"Two da-" Louise tried to exclaim but was interrupted by a hacking cough that wracked her throat. Marian handed her the water which Louise gratefully accepted.

"You look terrible." Marian pointed out and received a glare. "You have to stay in bed" The naturally got an even better reaction. "Matilda's orders she'll be around later to see how your are." Louise groaned and flopped back down into the bed groaning melodramatically which called Marian to laugh at her friend especially as Seth jumped on her burying his head into her stomach causing her to laugh, until it turned into a rough cough and Marian helped her drink more water to sooth her throat before leaving her to rest.

Louise next awoke when the shutters were quickly opened and the strong mid afternoon sun streamed over her face and jolting her into consciousness.

"Its about time you woke up." The form of Matilda could be seen standing next to her bed, hands on hips.

"Matilda." Louise croaked as the woman placed her hand on Louise's forehead to check her fever.

"Your fever's down, considering how high it was yesterday I should be surprised but your entire family's stubborn." Matilda muttered. Louise looked offended at the healer simply gave her a withering look.

"Don't look like that" Matilda scolded "I was the one who had to deal with you Locksley children when you were ill or had hurt yourselves, I'm still surprised that you're still in that bed."

"Well I did just wake up." Louise pointed out as she heaved herself into a sitting position against the headboard, looking at Matilda's back as she fished something out of her bag. The healer then handed her a cup with a strange yellow liquid in. Louise sniffed it and visibly gagged.

"Drink it." Matilda ordered and Louise gave her 'you've gotta be kidding me' face. "Drink it or I'll force it down your throat." hesitantly Louise swallowed the liquid shuddering violently as it passed over her tongue and down her gullet, before coughing grimly.

"You'll be fine" Matilda told her "You've caught a cold and you'll be up in a couple of days."

"Couple of days bu-" Louise exclaimed before again being interrupted by a hacking cough.

"I mean it, stay in bed." With that final order Matilda grabbed her bag and left the room. Louise rested her head against the headboard and sighed.

"I bet you know what happened, eh Seth?" she asked the sleepy dog by her side. Yawing, not remembering the last time she had slept so much Louise laid down and soon fell asleep but her dreams would be anything but peaceful.

The dream was twisted and Louise strained to see the thick fog that obscured her vision. It was night and she seemed to be in a clearing in the center of the clearing there was a shape of a person who was crying. Louise walked towards All too soon Louise recognised the being to be her, and she could she the outline of a man on the opposite edge of the clearing. Its Gisborne. Louise figured out but as soon as she figured this out the mist thickened and the dream shifted.

Louise was crying, people had left her, people had died she felt strong arms wrap around her frame and pull her into a hard chest. Her eyes were shut but she could still feel tears running down her face, and gasping breaths rattling in her chest. Louise's nose was filled with the smell of the clearing but there was, she realised another smell. Leather. Louise's dreamlike mind thought Who ever this is, is wearing leather.

"Shh." The man murmured into her hair. Louise could feel, more than hear, the rumbling in his chest was calming and soothing.

"Shhh you're alright. Shhh" The man continued to comfort. No Louise thought It can't be.

Louise gasped awake shaking from the dream. She wiped the tears that remained from her face and reviewed the dream which she just had, running her hand through the sleeping Seth's fur as she did so.

Gisborne?! Louise thought to herself shocked Why the hell would Gisborne help me? Louise thought about the man who was scaring and plundering her village, her people and she felt the anger radiate through her. Guy of Gisborne is a sick controlling bastard who gains pleasure from scaring those weaker than him. He wouldn't help her...or would he? Louise thought back to when the same man had asked her to the ball and had accompanied her to the same ball. He was so different when around her She again thought to herself.

"AHHH!" Louise yelled in confusion but it was muffled by her pillow as she flung herself painfully into her bed, her mind pulled in two different ways about one Sir Guy of Gisborne. She finally decided that said man hadn't comforted her, it was just her wild imagination but in the back of her mind she knew that the dream was too lifelike to be just a dream.

"Having fun are we?" the laughing voice of Marian came from next to her.

"No!" Louise moaned as she rolled back over "I'm so bored you've got to help me" She shot a pleading look at Marian who just shook her head in amusement.

"Here's dinner" Marian told her gesturing to the tray al Louise's feet "but there's no way I'm helping you disobey Matilda. You're on your own for that one." Louise, melodramatic as ever, grabbed her pillow and flung it over her face groaning loudly in annoyance and boredom that was already starting to seep into her bloodstream.


Sorry for the wait people for some reason I found this chapter hard to write for some reason so apologies if it doesn't seem to flow properly

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