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Once they reached cave. Roxton headed in first yelling. "Marguerite, Marguerite?" No response. Slowly walking towards the back he spotted a figure, limp as a rag doll, sprawled on the wet cave floor, his heart ached, realizing who it was, as he wished that he could have prevented her from having to go through it. " I've found her!" He yelled to the others covering her with a blanket from his pack. The others found him, "My god." Was Veronica's only comment, as Roxton carried Marguerite's limp body to the tree house.
Laying Marguerite on her bed they covered her with blankets while Veronica uses plants and ointment to put on her wounds. Challenger checked her pulse. "She's alive, but her pulse is weak." Roxton looked at Marguerite as his eyes started to water. "Challenger will she be all right?" " I wish I could say yes, but in her condition only time can tell, I hate to ay this… but in her condition, with a concussion cracked ribs, dehydration, it miracle that she's even alive." Challenger muttered unhappily, as he left the room. Roxton sat in the chair holding Marguerite's hand, stroking her cheek. Just looking at her just pained him, her once light skin, was pale and covered with bandages, "You'll come back to me won't you?" He asked as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Veronica was trying to distract herself by making soup and tea in the kitchen, worrying if Margurite would ever get better, after seeing Margurite beaten and sickly from a man, she wanted to kill the man all over again. Malone walked in as she wiped a tear with her hand. "Were you crying?' Malone asked concerned. Trying to act indifferent, Veronica looked away, testing the soup. "I'm fine Malone." Before she could protest Malone went up to her embracing her. "Veronica you don't have to act strong around me, you have nothing to prove to me." As if mentally freed, Veronica broke down sobbing, as Malone held her, stroking her back. Even though Marguerite and Malone had their difference, from being together for so long, they all were more than just acquaintances, and without Marguerite, Roxton would lose his meaning to live. "God help us," Malone whispered.
It had been over a week since Roxton brought Margurite home. As they all took turns looking after her. They had almost given up hope. Veronica entered marguerites room, putting a plate down for when Roxton would daily come to read to Marguerite. Veronica almost dropped the glass when she saw Marguerites eyes finally flutter open. First she thought that her eyes were playing tricks, but looking again, Marguerite's eyes opened, but closed, from the sunlight emitting through her window. Veronica ran out calling the others. "She's awake, Marguerite's awake!" Challenger and Roxton exited the elevator and headed to Marguerite's room, when they heard Veronica's cries, "Where am I?" Marguerite questioned with a raspy voice, as her eyelids were barely open. "You're home." Challengers said, checking her pulse, then leaving the two to talk. "Great to have you back with us." Challenger said sincerely. Marguerite weakly asked. "Roxton?" "I'm right here." He bent down to hold her hand. "Is it really you?" She asked almost child like. "Of course." He put her hand to his cheek. "See doesn't it feel real?" She smiled as a tear streaked her cheek. "I thought he was going to kill me." Marguerite said, as Roxton gently held her. "Oh Marguerite… I think you lost this." Roxton pulled out the heart necklace and put it in her hand. "How did you find me?" She asked. Challenger came in and brought over the tea. "With Veronicas help." "Thank you." Marguerite Said. "Roxton, you were in the cave, or at least I thought you were. Roxton tried to change the subject as he held the bowl of soup. "You have to eat some." "Maybe later" She didn't want another sip of what they called soup. Challenger then gave her an extra blanket. "Marguerite you should get some rest", but as he leaves Marguerite complains. "But I've already been asleep for a while..." The pounding in her head came back, as a wave of pain came over to her. "Okay, maybe for a little while." Roxton tucked her in, as she quickly fell asleep. Roxton kissed Marguerites forehead and walked off.
Challenger walked in the kitchen after checking up on Marguerite, as Roxton was drinking a glass of water. "Roxton she should be alright… but she did go through a beating. I wonder if she'll tell us who that man was, and why did he only attack her?" Not wanting to think about it Roxton interrupted. "We'll leave that up to her" Hopefully she didn't receive any permanent damage from those blows. Challenger thought worried. "She can get through anything, with a little help of course." Roxton thought full heartedly. Challenger nodded, as he went to look for Veronica.
Challenger was curious on how Veronica knew where Marguerite was and asked, while she was reading. "Veronica, how did these I guess what you would call premonitions appear to you?" "In my dreams." She shrugged. "Have you had any more?" Thinking for a moment she answered, "No, no I don't think so." Challenger scratches his chin baffled by this new mystery.
Two weeks passed. Marguerite anxiously came out of her room with a few scratches, almost healed, with wrapping around her leg. She held onto the side of the house for support as she walked, still weak she almost fell as when Roxton ran up to catch her. "Shouldn't you be resting?" He questioned her, as if she was a mischievous child. She grabbed onto the wall. "I got bored and my other foot started falling asleep. " She remarked. "Roxton I need some fresh air. If you keep me cooped up all month in here, I'll go crazy. Can you help me go outside, just for a little?" She pleaded. Sighing he gave in "Fine be careful, give me your arm here, that's it." Roxton helped her to get down the elevator. When they got to the bottom, they calmly sat outside on two wooden chairs Roxton made in his free time. "Marguerite smiled as she breathed in the mornings air. " Even though she hated the platue so much, it felt like a gift to be able feel the grass beneath her feet, with the aroma of jungle plants surrounding her, she was staring off when Roxton questioned. "Margurite?" he questioned "Yes?" "Are you ever going to tell us what that man wanted from you?" She hesitated, as the memories sent a chilling sensation through her body "Maybe, someday but not now okay?" "Fine." He said understanding the unpleasantness of the situation. "I just want to relax and enjoy myself while I can." She said as she then entwined her hand with his. He said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment. Marguerite laid her head upon Roxton's shoulder as they stared at the cloud filled sky.
The End.
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