"He can't lose blood... He can't lose blood..."
Little John didn't embroil much when he was keen to help the others, and in this peculiar case save someone's life. The body of the large reptile was placed on the mold of the bed. The crocodile howled and writhed in pain that sliced through its chest.
Friar Tuck succored with his aid, was checking Captain's expressions and muzzle tweaks to check his rate of pain as the latter tried to keep aware of his surroundings.
The cause was an arrow lodged in the tip of the stomach. The rest of Robin's group tried to prove in their effort to watch over their former enemy with stricken frozen emotions. No one, not even Robin Hood himself, recommended this feeling building in their stomachs after a struggle to bring him here.
The fox sought a reply, but when they stood silent, he gave Friar Tuck a silent nod to continue. The badger nodded back and went on with his mission, as the captain of the guard felt weaker and weaker with each second of their arrival at their forest base.
The ladies, Maid Marion and Lady Kluck were frantic with sadness as they watched.
"Everyone, say no word," the priest out of his fear quickly glanced at the bear. "Keep his muscles in check. I don't want his weight to keep me away from focusing on the task."
Little John appreciated it and approached the bed from the back and caught both of the crocodile's arms. The captain lacked the strength to urge any word, as he kept groveling, with his wound being more possible to examine.
The badger glanced at the embedded object of an arrow from corner to corner. He couldn't quite tell how serious the injury was, but he was sure it was still life-threatening for someone like Captain Crocodile in scaly flesh.
The reptile terribly wailed, that's why. The badger looked around for something that could make the wound stable. He spotted a red cape that the captain wore. He assisted the crocodile in taking it off and then wrapped it around the foreign object.
"I'm sorry Captain, but I guess this will hurt more..."
Friar Tuck lost all his docile energy the moment he forcefully pulled the arrow out of the lizard's chest. Captain screamed at top of his lungs getting a decapitating feeling that made him almost lose consciousness just four seconds after noticing.
He felt weaker and shallower than any pit.
"Do not swim away, Captain." the fox shook the crocodile's head to keep him awake from drowning in his thoughts. "There are some things Friar needs to do..."
Oh, who was he kidding... It's not like Captain wasn't losing awareness of where he is from getting an infection in the remnants of his large puncture. The scaly creature was barely able to see through his eyes but somehow stood right away from hitting the hay.
As there was nothing else available, Friar Tuck cleaned the wound with a dose of honey and tightly wrapped the same red coat around Captain's belly.
"Come on, come on..." Robin repeated under his breath.
The badger sighed, as Captain Crocodile could finally take a slower gasp of air. The lizard creature inaudibly cast about and peeked for one explanation in the attitude of those who saved his life, be as it may, it was difficult for him. His eyes couldn't distinguish any of them due to the strain.
It was still difficult for him to exhale any air.
"I'm not sure if he is going to be okay, but I think he should."
Robin Hood stared down at the weakened traitor, who turned out to be a very honorable being in Nottingham, trying to grasp the meaning behind the brute's actions.
It happened abruptly at Prince John's archery tournament. He could of swear, that the same brute who was announcing Prince John's orders, was out of nowhere a different creature who saved his and Little John's lives.
He just appeared... in front of them as the arrow was getting inches closer to kill one of them.
Little John, in comparison to the fox, demanded answers the moment everything was back in a good mood. The bear appeared to be in a truly positive surprise sitting by the bedside of his and his friend's savior. Robin Hood knelt on the second side and just stared.
"Tell me one thing... Why?"
Captain Crocodile said nothing, weary with bags under his eyes, his mind absently ignoring any realization of others questioning him with his measures of being a good guy. He seemed to be too tired to give any reply regarding his actions.
He was ready to drown in his sleepiness, but still, returned to being awake in just a moment.
"Friends, I don't think he will answer your questions right now," Alan-A-Dale, the rooster assured that the situation was really in a neutral stance. "...He is injured and needs time to recover the scratches..."
Little John took a glimpse of his rooster teammate. "Yeah, you may be right about that."
"Yeah... scratches..." Friar Tuck annoyingly said, placing a chair in the creepiest corner of the tent, trying to regain composture on what happened. "As we know, Captain Crocodile appears to be a scrawny and drowsy, but I suggest you all to be on the night watch... We do not know what the prince of Nottingham is capable of to get his Captain back on the profession. I don't he will be suitable after the thing that happened at the archery tournament."
"Perhaps," the fox smiled at these words. "but I will humbly accept your offer of the night watch."
Maid Marion, although puzzled in a sense of her wonder, could guess that everything will be fine with her beloved, so she saw no point in acting like it was something bad. Lady Kluck as the two guys also decided to leave for a night watch. She proved herself by beating up all goons of the crocodile himself.
Friar Tuck, however, decided to keep a stern watch on the captain of the guard. The badger just couldn't bring himself to be sure that the reptile truly saved his friends.