WOW guys it's been awhile. Sorry for the delays and I hope someone gives me a review. This is the second last chapter and it kinda turns humour. But I'm almost finished! Dances

R, R and enjoy.

Tristan's vision was blurry when he opened his eyes again. He had expected this but it didn't make the discovery any more pleasant. Through the haze he became aware of someone sitting next to him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at whoever it was; Tristan did not take kindly to being watched. " I see you have awoken." said a very familiar voice Tristan knew it, yet it still took a time to place. "Lancelot and Galahad are fine," the voice said and it clicked Arthur. Tristan glared a bit more then turned his head hoping to fall back into sleep. "Well Tristan it seems you at least are back to normal." Arthur commented dryly. "When you fell capable of standing, meet me downstairs."

Tristan growled and threw a book at Arthur.

Tristan threw another book at the door just in case Arthur had any idea of trying to disturb his sleep again. He had braved a week trying to move two virtually unconscious knights and he was not going anywhere for anyone. There was another knock at the door. Tristan fed up threw his knife at it almost hitting Gawain as he came in. "Nice to see you too." he said accusingly removing the knife from the door frame and passing it back to Tristan.

"Why are you here?"

" Just doing my rounds to see that you are all alive."

"What of everyone else?"

" They are alive too thought Galahad is still in a pretty bad state. Do you want to come down for food or will you stay here?"

The mention of food reminded Tristan that he had not eaten for a while and he reluctantly dragged himself to his feet. "I'm coming I'm coming,"

Galahad groaned; he had no recollection of the past week. He slowly brought his hand down to his side running his fingers over the smooth leather on his knife sheath, which no one had removed for fear of jostling him. Then he remembered. Galahad made to roll over so could at least watch the door for signs of intelligent life. He carefully moved himself on one side then stopped midway as white-hot pains flew up his side

"Ah." He carefully settled himself again, watching the sky. The door opened quietly and Tristan entered.

" How're you feeling Galahad? He questioned. "Bloody terrible." Galahad said flatly; he had desire to move at all now and was quite happy to drift into unconsciousness again.

"Galahad ……."

But he heard no more and fell back again.

Arthur carefully moved his hand to pull Lancelot's blanket of his face; every time he had tried Lancelot had subconsciously swatted him away; this would not normally bother Arthur, but Lancelot still grasped is knife and was liable to slash his friend's hand open.

Lancelot suddenly awoke and seeing, or perhaps sensing, someone's hand over his face he made to lash to at them with whatever he was holding in his hand, he realised that this was his knife and stopped mid stroke.

" Lancelot." A soft voice rang in his ears.

" Would you please remove your blanket form you head, I would like to know that you are still breathing."

Registering the voice as Arthur's Lancelot reluctantly removed it out of his vision. He would have liked to have gone back to sleep but he had more pressing things on his mind.

" Good morning Lancelot," Arthur said lightly "I believe I told you to come downstairs."

" Huh?" Lancelot inquired.

" That was two days ago." Arthur finished

"What! I've been out for two days?"

" Yes my friend."

" What of the others?"

" Well Tristan is up and about, but that is to be expected. I would have liked for him to rest longer. But save tying him down, there is no way to get him to lie still."

Lancelot smiled "And Galahad?"

" Well he has slept for longer then you, which is probably best he will be in pain is he wakes."

Lancelot looked grave, then shivered again

" Well now that I know you are not going to choke on your blanket Lancelot I will leave you, and I strongly suggest that you change into the clothes that were provided for you."

" I have to get up I have my duties." Lancelot argued indignantly.

"Well since the three of you are in no condition to fight our force has been grounded for a time." Arthur answered. Glad he had a good reason to keep Lancelot from his "duties"

Lancelot was falling back asleep now and instinctively he pulled the blanket over this head. Arthur gently pulled it down again.

" You will suffocate yourself Lancelot," he warned before leaving the room.