Here's the next part, sorry it's kind of short. Enjoy.

Part 4

"We should be home, not out here. He would be doing better if we were home," Galahad said softly with a sigh, running a hand through his curly hair.

"He wouldn't have survived the trip," Tristan said evenly as he again saw to Gawain's wounds again, "Arthur's leg wouldn't have either." Twice a day he had been coming in, sometimes accompanied by one of the monk healers, but most of the time alone. There hadn't been a huge improvement by any means and it almost seemed that nothing they did helped.

Galahad stood up again, his bare feet making no noise on the stone floor as he paced. He hadn't left - he refused to leave. Not now at least, not when Gawain needed him. Or was it he that needed Gawain? "What about now, can't you get him strong enough to move now?"

The scout briefly glanced up at the younger knight pacing, "We're doing the best that we can Galahad, that's all we can do. He has to do the rest." As Tristan got up again, Galahad sighed and nodded. "See if you can get him to drink this when he wakes up," Tristan ordered before he left.

Sitting down on the bed, the youngest knight watched his friend sleep. It was quiet again and would be until that evening when there was singing that floated down the halls. But now, Galahad didn't care about singing or monks or exploring right now. He just wanted Gawain to wake up and for him to get better. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something told him that would never happen.

"No," he said aloud, to himself, "Of course Gawain will be fine."

"You're right, of course I will," Gawain said weakly before opening his eyes a little.

Galahad smiled in relief, "Would you quit scaring me to death like that? It's not funny anymore."

"Sorry," he murmured with a small smiled and then closed his eyes again, "I miss the singing now."

"I know.." Galahad said softly and then reached for the cup that Tristan had left on the table, "Here, drink this, it will help you feel better."

"Galahad?"

"Yes?"

"When I'm better, will you go with me to see the rest of this place?" Gawain questioned once his friend had helped him drink the liquid in the cup.

The younger smiled again, "Of course I will. Now rest, Gawain, so that you do get better."

Gawain also smiled, "Good...since I know you haven't left the room since we got here."

Galahad rolled his eyes and let the wounded man go to sleep again, staying next to him, standing guard.