A/N: This chapter's been fixed, so hopefully all my useless grammatical errors are fixed. Huge thanks to Jinxeh for pointing them out to me!
Princess of the Nile
Chapter 13: Believe In What You Want
Ardeth raced into the tent his friend was in. Her father was sitting beside her, holding one hand in his own, her brother knelt by her head, running one calloused hand over her forehead, both smiling happily
"Her fever broke this morning." Haji explained, coming up beside the leader as he watched the family, "She starting muttering nonsense about half an hour ago, thought she was getting another fever at first but she's been asking 'what the hell's happened?' for the last five minutes." He grinned tiredly "She'll come to properly soon."
"She'll be alright now?" Ardeth asked, they had all had fears that she would not recover from her fever
"Unless she relapses," Haji said quietly. "She should be fine, though I want to watch her leg, she may have problems off that." Ardeth nodded, and walked over to the small family.
"Dakarai," Ardeth started as he reached the elder man
"She's going to be all right." Emira's father said softly "She's strong. She survives."
"Father?" a quiet, hoarse voice reached their ears, and they looked down to see Emira open tired eyes "What happened?" Dakarai dropped his gaze to his only daughter, reaching out to brush away some of her hair
"You were injured in the attack, sweetheart." He told her "You've been out with fever."
"Shit." She murmured weakly, "How long was I out for?"
"Three days." Zameel told her, sharing a glance with his father "Emi. Can you remember anything whilst you were out?" Emira quirked an eyebrow
"What do you mean?" she asked
"You were talking to yourself, in your fever." Dakarai explained "In Ancient Egyptian."
"Really?" Emira sounded interested, lifting he head from the bed slightly "What I say?" The three surrounding her exchanged glances
"Emi," Zameel started "You were making no sense to any of us. You kept on saying 'I had no part in it' and 'look after her'. What does that mean?" Emira raised an eyebrow, and chewed her lip
"I don't know." she admitted "I can't remember anything whilst I was out, and I've never said those before, least of all in Ancient Egyptian. I don't even know how to say that!" Due to the fact that her mother had pulled her from the village, she had missed a large part of the education the other Med-Jai had been taught; such as speaking Ancient Egyptian.
"Calm down Emira." Dakarai whispered, grasping his daughters hand even tighter "I'm sure there's an explanation. You shouldn't worry yourself on it, you need to get well again." Emira nodded, relaxing herself back on the bed, her eyes darting over the faces of those around her bed
"Where's Fareed?" she asked quietly. Her father sighed, glancing at Ardeth for a second, the Med-jai leader shook his head, no and Dakarai turned back to Emira
"Sweetie," he started "We can't find him."
"What do you mean?" she asked, turning glazed eyes on him
"Fareed went missing after the battle." Her father explained gently "We haven't found him yet." There was silence for a minute
"It's all my fault." Emira whispered bitterly
"No, it's not." Zameel replied quickly
"Yes it is." She replied "We were attacked because you rescued me, and they kidnapped Fareed instead!" she let out a small sob, evidently worried for her youngest brother
"We do not know it was the American's that attacked." Dakarai pointed out
"Course it was!" Emira snapped "We're attacked two days after you got me out of that bloody pyramid, and they're carrying guns!"
"Emira." Ardeth spoke up, leaning over and taking her free hand "You won't get any better unless you calm down. We will find Fareed, he will be fine." Emira froze, and then slowly nodded. Haji came over then, a slight smile on his face as he sat on the edge of Emira's bed, a cup grasped in his hand.
"Drink this Emira." He said gently, gesturing for the others to help her sit up "It'll help get rid of the pain." The girl nodded, taking the cup gratefully and drinking it quickly
"How bad is it all?" she asked
"Your old wounds are infected," Haji explained "And you've broken your leg, when the horse stood on you. You kept fighting with a bad break." Emira nodded, leaning further and further to one side until she fell into sleep. Dakarai frowned, and glanced to a now grinning Haji
"She needed to sleep." he explained, taking the cup from Emira's limp hands "She's not doing herself any favours getting herself worked up. She'll be fine and out of it for several hours. I suggest you all go and relax. Eat, sleep. Visit your wife and daughters." The last bit was directed at Zameel, who nodded and quickly left.