Part 5 is up!

Hector rose his head to see Mark and a few others enter the field. Mark screamed something at Hector but he never got the chance to hear. With a sudden lurch, everything went black.

He came to, not knowing how long he had been out. He was only semi- conscious, his back was screaming in pain so it numbed him to the point he didn't know what was going on. He heard voices in the background.

"Elanora.... Eliwood......battle... I ..... sorry....." Hector could piece together what that person was saying to Lady Elanora by the few words he caught. He wanted to apologize to her but found himself incapable of doing anything save breath. His eyes opened slightly to see a very blurry Elanora staring down at him.

"His eyes are open." She touched his face gently, but he barely felt it.

"First time since that damned cavalier got him." Commented Mark. Hector wanted to know more, what had happened to himself, what was going to be done with Eliwood and how they had gotten to Pherea so quickly. He passed out again.

He woke up a few more times after that. He guessed they were on the road by the moving feeling. He didn't really know, his vision was still too blurry to see anything, and besides the point he couldn't move. He wasn't getting better either.

The next thing he knew he regained his consciousness again. He was in a building by the looks of it. There were voices in the background. One sounded mad.

".... where is he?!" Hector tried to turn his head. "When I get my hands on him I'm goin..." The voice died. A deadly silence surrounded Hector and he thought he had lost consciousness again. He heard a shuffling noise and felt someone take him by the shoulders. "Hector!!" Whoever it was sounded upset. Hector half opened his eyes again, it seemed all he was capable to do currently. He tried to talk but his throat burned.

"He doesn't recognize you. He was the same way with Elanora. I know he can hear you, but he doesn't know you. Anything you can call him that he'll recognize?" Hector knew that was Mark by the way he talked. Hector's vision was terribly blurry, but by the way Mark was talking whoever was holding him by the shoulders was someone he should know very well. Hector did a mental check on himself. The end report was he could move nothing, save his fingers. He tried twitching one but no one saw.

"Little brother!!" Hector would have cried if he could have. They had brought him to Ostia. Hector wanted to do anything to get his attention, to tell him he was aware that he was there. He managed to blink. He twitched his finger and felt something grasp his hand.

"He's alive!!!" Mark whooped. "Thank god he wasn't another casualty."

"Another?? There were more?" Hector lay there listening.

"Yes, Lord Eliwood was slain, and so was Oswin." Hector twitched his fingers again and felt a comforting squeeze.

"I have to return to my duties. Keep an eye on my brother." He turned to leave, but couldn't. His hand was being held captive by Hector's. He leaned over ans whispered into Hector's ear. "I'll be back, ok?" He ruffled Hector's hair and left. Mark observed Hector. He felt pity for him, he couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything except blink and twitch his fingers. Mark sat next to him on the bed.

"OK, blink once for yes, two for no. Can you understand me?" Hector blinked. "Good. Are you in pain?" Blink. "Oh..... Did you know who that was?" Furious blink. "Ok, ok. I thought it would do you some good to come home. We can't continue with you like this, and now that we've lost Eliwood and Oswin, well...." Blink. "Yes?? Oh, I'm right." Blink. "Do you want me to leave you alone now?" Blink, blink. "Ok. Ah, do you want me to tell you what happened to you?" Enthusiastic blink. "When we found you, you were holding Eliwood. A cavalier was coming behind you, I tried to yell to you but you didn't hear me and the cavalier stuck his lance into your back. More precisely your upper-back. We thought you might be paralyzed until you started twitching your fingers. Now there's a good chance that you'll regain everything you lost. I hope you do. It'll still be a very long road to recovery, though." Hector sighed to the best of his abilities. He motioned his eyes towards the door. "What is it? You want something?" Blink, blink. "Someone?" Blink. "Ok, someone from our camp?" Blink, blink. "Lord Uther?" Blink. "Ah, he had a job to do, Hector." Glare in Mark's direction. "Ok, I'll see what I can do..." Mark stood and scribbled something on a piece of paper before leaving.

After Mark left, Hector contented himself to staring at the mud stain at the roof of the tent. His view was boring, for he could move his head in no direction. He patiently waited for Mark to return, which he knew he would, and hopefully with his brother. Hector tested his limbs, trying to lifting anything, to no avail. He closed his eyes wearily. For the short time he had been awake he was very tired. He closed his eyes and dozed off, sleep his salvation from his pain and torment.
Eliwood: O.O

Hector: He's been like that for hours.

SniperR: He's dead.

Hector: Now, where's that anthill??

SniperR: -holding pesticide behind back- I don't know! Anyway, poor Hector!

Hector: What?

SniperR: In the story....

Hecotr: Oh, Hey!!! How can you be a sniper if you can't even use a bow?!

SniperR: o.O' Moving on!!

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