Part 2
Galahad woke with a start when he heard a door close across the courtyard. Much like Lancelot who had fallen asleep while looking after their commander, Galahad had fallen asleep outside Gawain's room. He stood up and stretched his sore muscles before quietly entering the dark room. No candles burned, the window was covered, and the only thing giving light was the fire dancing in the fireplace. The flames and shadow made Gawain appear all the more pale and unhealthy looking. Galahad sighed, sitting on the bed next to him.
White bandages held the dressings in place that the monk physicians had put on the night before. His skin felt slightly warm to the touch, fever was already setting in. With a sigh, Galahad took the cloth on the table and dipped it in the bowl of water there and started to try to cool down his friend.
A soft and gentle sound reached his ears; it was singing. Galahad paused in his motions for a moment to listen. The singing was comforting, almost like the rain falling outside. It seemed like peace, that there was no danger or violence or anything that they were used to. It seemed almost too good to be true.
There was a quiet knock on the door and Dagonet came in with a bowl of broth and some meat and bread. He smiled a little at the youngest knight, "Good morning, breakfast has arrived."
"Thank you Dag," Galahad said, accepting the food from him and putting it on the table for now.
Dag stayed for a moment, gazing at Gawain laying in bed. "How is he?"
"Getting feverish," Galahad replied with a sigh, "Will you send for those monks again, maybe they can help." The large knight nodded and started to leave, but Galahad looked up at him, "How is Arthur?"
"He hasn't woken up yet, but I brought him and Lancelot breakfast too. Soon probably, he's never late for anything that has food involved, even if he is wounded."
Galahad smiled; it was true. "Thank you Dag," he said again before the man left, then went back to cooling Gawain. After a few moments, he decided to try to wake him. It took some doing before Gawain's blue eyes finally opened.
He squinted a little, even in the darkness of the room, "Galahad? Is that-...singing?"
The other smiled a little and nodded, "Yes, it is."