Disclaimers: I own nothing from the movies, but I own the original characters

AN: Sorry it took so long to get this out. I've been really busy lately, but I'll try to write more now that things are kinda slowin back down. Anyway, hope you haven't lost interest with the story.



Grace awoke from the slight dozing she had drifted into. She was still sitting in the hard wooden chair. Night had fallen and the tent was glowing with candlelight. She shifted her position and winced as pain went through her shoulder; she readjusted the sling that now held it in better place. She looked over at Ardeth who lay on the bed. He was in a fitful slumber. His face was pale and damp with sweat. He mumbled inaudible words and thrashed a bit. The ride to the camp had taken a lot out of him. No one thought he would live through it. He made it this far; he had to live.

Grace walked over to him and grabbed his hand. It was clammy and cold, but he responded to her touch and gripped her hand, she squeezed gently in response.

"Please, Ardeth, come back," she whispered as she brushed damp locks away from his face. "I cant live without you,"

There was a rustle at the tent flap and their doctor, Ohmad, entered. Ohmad was an aged man, but he was wise beyond years, and he knew his medicine. He motioned for Grace to step aside, and he lifted the cover off to inspect the wound. Worry was etched in the lines off his old, kind face. He added some more ointment to the wound, and redressed it. He turned to leave but Grace stepped in his path.

"How is he? Truthfully," Grace said as tears gathered in her eyes.

Ohmad let out a sigh, "He is fading. The wound would have been tolerable if he had gotten here sooner; he's lost so much blood. At this point he has to fight off death himself."

Two tears fell down her cheeks as the words sunk in. Ohmad put a hand on her good shoulder, "He needs you right now, stay close to him," Grace nodded, as he left.

Wiping at the remnants of tears, she crossed back to the bed and took Ardeth's hand again. He tossed his head back and forth on the pillow. She could only imagine what kind of mental demons he was fighting with. 'Please don't leave me now,' she thought as she kissed his forehead gently.



AN: I know its short but I had to get something out so you all knew I was still alive!

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