Evie ran over to the scene and saw the large wound on his leg that they were trying to stop.

"Oh my god," she said as she moved out of the way.

"This is just as bad as the wounds he's already suffered, probably worse since he's losing so much blood and he's lost so much already," Marok said, gasping for air.

Catlanda moved the clothing away from Ardeth's shoulder only to see it was slightly bleeding again from where it was stepped on by Pyram. She groaned as she looked at it.

"Spire, can't you do anything for him?" she desperately asked it.

"No, I cannot. You know it's impossible for me to do so or anything related for you to help him," the Spire replied.

Alex clung onto his mother from behind the group. She obscured his view so he wouldn't have to see the bloody mess Ardeth was in.

"What's going to happen Mom?" he asked her quietly.

"I don't know Alex, I simply don't know," she replied.

The small group looked on as Catlanda took her sash off and tied it tightly around Ardeth's leg. She stared at his closed eyes and emotionless face.

"All those times worrying about the battles with the Creature and the Demon and it all comes down to a bunch of men demanding the Spire. He would've never gotten stabbed if it weren't for me," she cried before standing up and running away.

Marok reached out to grab her arm but she was just out of reach before she ran out of the room.

"I'd better go talk to her," Evie told them before hurrying out herself.

Alex, Jonathan, Erin and Kari all walked over to the door and waited outside. Marok and Rick both sighed. They looked at each other in confusion.

"What's your problem with whatever?" wondered Rick.

"I was always jealous of the 'special' attention he gave her over everybody else. I never listened to authority because of that reason. I never knew why until a few days ago when she finally told me. That's why I've never seemed to fond to be here with her," explained Marok.

"Hey, I don't think so Marok. I know I've never liked the girl much myself, I didn't know they considered themselves related until I overheard them say so themselves one night last year while trying to defeat Ramses. Now if I didn't hear that, I would have never known he took her in as his own all those years ago. He treats her the same way as he does everybody else when around other people unless her life is obviously in danger," Rick angrily told him. "Like what he was doing the other night when those jerks broke into the house. Now let's try and stop the bleeding "

Marok watched in awe as Rick knelt by the Medjai in an attempt to help stop the immense bleeding.

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Catlanda ran past the children and up to her waiting horse.

"Catlanda, stop!" cried a voice from behind her.

She stopped beside her horse, who was still tied up, and didn't move as Evie ran up from behind her. The two looked at each other.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault," Evie told her.

Catlanda just stared at her before before falling to her knees. Evie knelt beside her and gave her a hug as she cried on her shoulder.

"He's going to live," Evie whispered in her ear.

"No he's not. He's going to die because of me. The bleeding can't be stopped and it's all because of me," she sobbed.

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Rick finished wrapping up the wound, which was soaking through as fast as he could put it on.

"That guy did a number on him," he said as he pulled out the needle and thread from his pocket.

He stared at them before standing up and running out the door. He turned the corner to find his wife and Medjai by the horses.

"Catlanda, that wound needs to be closed and closed now. You're the only one I know that can do it before we take him in to get some help," Rick called out to her. "I believe in you."

Evie was shocked at the words as she looked at the now running Medjai. The two ran inside and she started to close the wond as best as she could.

Several minutes later, she was finished and the wound was completely closed. Her hands, again, were full of Ardeth's blood. Her long black hair was covered in it as it hung limply over her shoulders. Evie walked over to her.

"Come on, let's get back to the house as Rick takes him to the hospital," she whispered as she helped the Medjai to her feet.

"We helped him too late. He's going to die, I know he is," Catlanda quietly replied as she slowly climbed onto her horse.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed onto the neck of her horse. Evie was surprised as Marok climbed onto the other horse and led Geb down the street.

"I'll take her back to the house, don't you worry," he called back to them.

Rick and Jonathan put Ardeth into the car and drove immediately to the hospital.

Once there, they handed him over to doctors, who took him to a nearby room. Jonathan looked at Rick with a curious look.

"What do you think will happen now to him?" he asked.

"Don't know. He lost a lot of blood from all those injuries he suffered. All we can do now is wait," he replied.

Alex and Evie ran into the lobby behind them as Rick was talking. The four sat and waited for the doctors to come and tell them anything, whether it be good or bad news. They were giving up all hope of his survival when a doctor walked out and up to him.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Connell, you're here with the Arabic gentleman, correct?" he asked.

The two nodded as they stood up in anticipation.

"I think you'll be happy to know that he's doing better now. It'll be a while before he wakes up but I'm pretty sure he'll make it through this night and many more to follow," he said.

Smiles crept onto all of their faces as they hugged each other.

TBC...