Aha! The pregnancy twist! Yes Daine is pregnant. Of course she is, is it really ever a story unless someone gets pregnant? That was a joke by the way, the part about the story, not her being pregnant. Many people have asked me why I keep leaving cliff hangers, my answer to this is: I know that if a chapter doesn't have a cliffy, no one is going to review and come back to read the next one. Just kidding.

Megster – ok, for the first part of your review I have no idea what you are saying, but ok. Thanks, and I'm updating now, so you don't have to be patient anymore.

Coolmarauders – well, I don't really know what you are asking "what happened?" to, but yes she is pregnant.

Kelsey – thank you and me too.

Numair's Lover – yes, don't we all?

HyperKathryne – I am, and I know.

Neko-chan1 – don't worry about it, neither do I.

Tortall Princess – thank you, you'll see, and thank you again.

Oh, and before I forget, that flinching thing, I borrowed from a friend, you know who you are, I hope, tee-he. And now, without further delay, the story!

You Give Love A Bad Name

Chapter Four: Bleed

Numair hurried back to the tower with Daine still in his arms, he carried her up to their room, and laid her on the bed. He then brought a chair from the other side of the room and put it next to the bed then he sat down next to Daine.

Numair was torn between leaving Daine to go get help and risk leaving her alone, or staying and having her get worse and it be his fault. He couldn't think straight. He got up and paced the room; then he got an idea.

Numair went over to his dresser and rummaged through one of his drawers. He finally found what he was looking for and went back over to the bedside. He took the top off of the tiny vial in his hand, and put it under Daine's nose.

Daine gagged. The smell was familiar, entirely awful, but familiar all the same. Then she remembered.

"Wakeflower?" she asked, her eyes still closed. Numair sighed with relief.

"Yeah," said Numair quietly. She was still probably mad at him. Daine blinked, and her stormy grey eyes were the only thing he could see.

The room came into focus, and Daine looked over at Numair who was sitting next to her. His dark eyes were focused on hers. She quickly looked away.

"So, how do you feel?" asked Numair, he looked concerned.

"Hated."

"W-wha… Daine, I told you I didn't mean it. I swear I didn't, I love you, I do."

"Yeah, sure."

"Daine, why are you being like this?"

"I don't know, ok. I just feel like it."

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't care. Ok Numair, I really don't care. Why don't you just go off with Varice?" She was mad; or something. Numair didn't know what to do.

"Why would I ever want Varice, when I could have you? Why would I ever want her anyway? I love you."

"Who ever said that you could have me? Who ever said that anyone could have me? No one did." Numair was so hurt, he just wanted to cry or die.

"Daine, I love you! I love you so much, why are you doing this? What's wrong? Just tell me! I'll try; I swear I will whatever it is. I'll fix it, I promise."

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T KNOW! STOP BOTHERING ME! JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE! I've had enough of this, of you." Numair's eyes widened, and he sat there, stunned.

Numair slowly nodded, and got up. He sighed and looked at her longingly.

"Well, Daine, if that's what you want, I'll go. Good bye Daine, I love you and I'll always will. I don't know if or when I'll see you again, but if you want me, I'll be at the Swoop. I love you." And Numair turned and walked out the door.

Numair was biting his lower lip as he saddled Spots, and biting his lower lip as he rode the whole way to Pirate's Swoop without stopping.

Numair's lip was bloody and swollen as he came in the gates at the Swoop. He looked a mess. There was blood down his chin from his lip trailing down his neck, and down the front of his robe. His hair had leaves and twigs in the tangles. He was dusty and sweaty with cuts from branches all over his body.

Exhausted, he climbed off Spots who was brought to the stables. Numair cast a weary glance upwards at the flag with a golden lioness rampant on a red background, the lioness was home.

When Numair found Alanna, she was shocked at his appearance.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"Long story,"

"Well then, tell me the short version."

"Varice." Alanna's purple eyes narrowed.

"Now what did she do?"

"She poisoned Daine, who left me. I went to the tower, Daine came after me, we argued. I figured out about Varice, Daine tried to hug me, but I flinched. Daine got mad, is still mad, she walked out. I went after her, and she fainted. I brought her into the tower; she woke up, and told me to leave." Alanna stood in stunned silence for a moment.

"I see. We will have to take care of Varice first then."

"Err, and there is just this one other tiny thing," Said Numair.

"Yes?"

"Daine is pregnant." Alanna's eyes widened, her mouth was ajar. She closed her mouth, and thought for a moment.

"Right," she said. "George will take care of Varice, I will take care of Daine, and you will stay here and take care of yourself." Numair nodded, all he wanted was to go somewhere private, like the woods and die, or cry; both actually. He was rudely brought back to the present when Alanna shouted, "George!" at the top of her voice.

"Yes love?" George shouted from somewhere. Numair didn't really care or hear, he was away in his own little world of misery. He wandered off and didn't really care what anyone thought of him for the moment.

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