Boromir raced out of the gate with the small company that he could find of his own men behind him.
But there wasn't much left to fight. Rangers were coming in from near the river - somehow, though when he saw Aragorn among them he knew the miracle was hard earned. Theoden's man and the remains of Gondor's army were chasing a ravaged enemy. All that was left seemed to be to finish off those who were too foolish to run away.
A procession was coming from the field, and Boromir frowned and motioned his men on to help with the fighting. He moved towards the soldiers.
His heart stopped for a moment when he recognized the person they carried in the front. "Faramir!" He raced over, hearing his father's voice in his head. It couldn't be true, though. The fight was done. They weren't to die today. No.
He reached the soldiers and stopped, horrified. After Faramir they carried a woman. Eowyn! And behind her, borne on a shield with a robe over him, was the king of Rohan.
It was too much, and he focused on what he was able to. He went to the men supporting his brother. "What happened? He's not dead. He can't be..."
"I'm not dead, yet. Stand here and question us for any length of time and that might change." Faramir's eyes opened blurrily and he looked up.
Boromir nearly fainted. "Faramir!" He pushed the two soldiers away from him, taking up his brother's weight for his own. He started them moving again, leading the procession on more hurriedly.
Faramir looked up at him. "Boromir..."
"Don't talk. Get to the houses of healing and take my old bed, and we'll talk then."
A low chuckle. "Yes, captain." Then Faramir went limp against him, and Boromir fought his fears and hefted his brother's weight onto him and moved even faster than before.