Note: WHOA IT HAS BEEN ALMOST FOUR MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED!! Haha I suck a lot. Well anyway I have finally updated!!

SOMETHING INSIDE YOU IS CRYING

It had started to rain, but he hadn't noticed. He flew dangerously fast toward the ground, but he didn't care. He needed to get there in time to save her, he couldn't let her die, he wouldn't say goodbye. He was finally close enough to the ground that he could jump off. He was so preoccupied that he hardly noticed that the fighting had stopped. Then he saw her and his heart dropped. She looked so weak, her side was bleeding profusely and there was also some blood coming from a gash in her head. He rushed to her and kneeled on the ground next to her.

He looked at her and she hardly opened her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and every breath was getting shorter. "Hey," she said weekly with a small smile.

"Hey," Murtagh replied so quietly as he ran his hand through her wet hair.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I didn't listen to you."

"I thought we agreed that there would be no more apologies," his breathing was almost as short as hers. "I love you," he whispered and then he kissed her lightly, "and nothing that happens will ever change that." Behind him, he felt a dragon land and Eragon soon appeared standing next to him.

"How is she?" Eragon asked Murtagh.

"I don't know!" Murtagh replied angrily, lashing out at Eragon. "Could you just do something?!"

"Well, why don't you-"

"Does it look like I can concentrate on anything, right now? Just do something. Please," Murtagh begged, helplessly. He held Rinia's hand tightly as Eragon bent down beside him. Eragon's face looked grim as he examined her wounds.

"The gash in her head is very deep, but the wound on her side is more serious," Eragon said.

"Then heal it!" Murtagh yelled, causing Rinia to wince.

"Don't yell at him," Rinia whispered.

"Please, just heal her," Murtagh asked in a lower voice, filled with urgency. Eragon nodded and raised his hand above the gash in Rinia's side.

"Waise heill!" he said and the wound visibly stopped bleeding. Eragon's hand then moved to the gash in Rinia's head. He uttered the phrase one more time and the gash stopped bleeding. He then turned to Murtagh and said, "The wounds are healed, but she lost a lot of blood from the wound on her waist and…"

"And what?" Murtagh asked intensely, holding Rinia to him as tightly as he could. He felt her breathing get a lot shorter.

"And I don't know if she'll make a full recovery."

"But will she live?" Murtagh asked as new tears filled his eyes and eragon averted his eyes away. "Eragon, I need to know."

"I don't know, there's nothing else I can do. It's in her hands now," Eragon replied quietly and after a period of silence, he walked away form Murtagh and Rinia to check on the rest of the Varden army.

Murtagh looked at Rinia in his arms, she looked so small, so weak. Her eyes were barely open and she looked so pale. "Rinia," he said softly and she smiled up at him.

"You know, when this whole war started, I imagined how I would die," she said weakly. "I imagined a lot of different scenarios and out of all the ways I could die, dying with you next to me is the best possible way to go."

"Stop talking like that, you're going to be fine," he said, running his hand through her hair. "You're going to remain strong and you're going to live and I'm never going to leave your side again."

"Alright, for you I will try then," she said and almost laughed. "But, you know, it would be much easier to just die."

"Well, you never do things the easy way," Murtagh said, with a small smile on his face.

"True," she replied. "if I die, though," she said.

"Don't talk like that," Murtagh replied pleadingly.

"But, if I do, you need to know that everything that we went through together, the pain that I went through," he cringed when she mentioned her own pain and his body filled with guilt for causing it, "it was all worth it and I don't regret anything and I love you with my whole being."

"As I love you with mine," Murtagh said and he kissed her. He held her in silence for, well, he didn't know how long. Around them bodies were being carted away and some lucky soldiers were limping to camp, but the world seemed frozen to Murtagh, just looking into Rinia's eyes with them weakly gazing back at him.

He was brought out of his trance when someone tapped him on his shoulder. "What?" he asked harshly, not looking away from Rinia.

"Well, I'm here to see if I can help," a high pitched voice said. "Eragon told me to come over here to see if there was anything I could do." Relutantly Murtagh turned around and saw a round woman with big hair and odd clothes looking at him.

"How could you possibly help?" he asked, frustrated at this person for disturbing him.

"Well, beause I'm a healer, silly. My name is Luma," the portly woman replied with a light tone, which frustrated Murtagh.

"Calm down," Rinia said softly to Murtagh. Disgruntedly he turned back to the woman and said,

"Alright, what do you need me to do so that you can help?."

"Well, you need to move so that I an get a look at how your friend is doing," Luma replied, in a more serious tone. Reluctantly, Murtagh moved a bit, making room for Luma to sit next to him. The woman smiled in thanks and put her hand over Rinia and clossed her eyes. After about two minutes of deep concentration, Luma opened her eyes and turned to Murtagh. "Well, the good news is that your friend is very strong, most other people would have died by now. She does have a chance of living, but that is only if we can get her to the healing tent as soon as possible, so that I can give her herbs that will help her fight the large amount of blood loss, so I need you to help me move her."

Murtagh nodded and he picked Rinia up off the ground and followed Luma to the healing tent. As he walked he barely ever took his gaze from Rinia's limp body in his arms and her weak gaze remained on him. After walking for a few minutes, they reached a vibrantly red tent. "Here we are," Luma said and she led Murtagh into the tent. There were three small beds in the tent, on one bed was a badly wounded soldier and the other two were empty. Luma motioned to a bed and Murtagh lay Rinia on it. The portly woman then rushed to a dark red cabinet filled with odd looking plants and removed a blue flower with vibrant red thorns from a shelf. Murtagh watched the woman crush the plant and put it into a glass of water. The woman then hustled over to Rinia's bed and helped her to drink the glass if water. Luma then said, "Alright deary, I'll be back in a second with more." Rinia forced a small smile and then turned to Murtagh and said,

"That stuff tastes disgusting." Murtagh smiled back and said,

"As long as it saves your life I don't care." Then he kissed her forehead and held her again and planned to never let go.

Note (again): So I'm really getting in to my story again, but it's almost over : (, so I'm considering a sequel… but nothing is definite yet. Anyway please review and let me know that you are still reading.