Holding.
AN: like most other authors, I perceive Sheik as his own, separate male being, so You'll have to think of Zelda and Him as to separate souls. .
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"Is he alright?"
"It just looks like some minor injuries, a few broken bones, and a slight concussion."
"Dammit! That's minor?!"
"He'll live, if that's what you're looking for. Now, I'll be on my ways, thank you." With that, the potions hag left the house, muttering about a waster of her precious time. Sheik turned his face to the Hero of Time, pathetically laying injured on the floor. His leggings were torn and bloody just below the left knee, and his leg was slight disfigured, as a bruise was spreading around the area. Sheik went over what had happened in his head, as he waited for Link to revive.
Link stumbled out of the Shadow temple, smiling through his urge to grimace. Softly declaring had just beaten the demon inside. Sheik stared in horror of his valued friend. Link, feeling slightly more secure around the desert traveler, collapsed into him in a faint just as Sheik skidded to a halt in front of him.
"Link? … Oh shit." Sheik felt his heart race as he worried, could Link be dying? The hero was one of very few people he found a valuable friendship in, and he knew link saw him as a sort of guardian. He couldn't let him down now. He gingerly picked Link up, intending to carry him to the potions hag in Kakariko village, just past the graveyard.
Upon arriving at the potions shop, Sheik found the old hag sleeping at her mixing table.
"Hag!" Sheik barked. The old hag lazily opened her eyes.
"Oh, I have customer? What brings you here?" She crooned. She stroked her exotic tiger, most likely obtained illegally.
"As you may or may not see, I hold in my arms and injured man. I want you, one who works with healing potions, to help me to heal him."
"Ah, yes." The old hag got up, and walked around to the front of her table,
"I am known, not well, but to some, to be a master of the healing arts…"
"Yes, hag! All very wonderful, but I'm not here for your personal biography." Sheik said, starting to get irritate, "Can you please do what you can with him?"
The old Hag looked Link over, asking various questions, and finally presenting her diagnoses.
Now Sheik brought him to an abandoned hideout.
"Link, how did you manage?" Sheik looked at the unconscious man at his feet. A cold breeze blew in from the small, nearly nonexistent window. Sheik blocked the wind with a thin cloth. Stirred by the cold breeze, Link moaned and opened his eyes. The sensation of pain poured all over his being, as he stifled his cries of agony. Sheik was kneeling at his side ready to calm the hero down.
"Link, calm yourself. You don't want to move an injured yourself more." Sheik placed his hand on Link's chest.
"What happened?" Link gasped as sheik sat his up, "after I passed out?"
After recapping the story for link, Sheik told him he'd be leaving to find materials to create two splints, on for his leg, with two fractures, and for his arm, another fracture.
"I'll set up a stronger version of Nayru's Love, to keep you safe."
Sheik handed him a bottle, "Here, if you feel sick or in pain, drink this. You should know the procedure."
Sheik cast Nayru's Love around the hut, and as he left, said, "I should only be gone an hour," and then left Link to deal with his pain.
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