These next two chapters will be focused on Gil. Yay Gil angst lovers, it's finally his turn to be tortu-ahem, loved, loved hehe.

Disclaimer: I don't own descendants, 2015

I Still Love You 2

"Stay here Harry!" Uma commanded helping him sit back on the deck floor. Uma didn't waste any time following Harriet into the boat. It seemed to take forever to get to Gil but when she did, she was frightened far more than she thought. Here lied Gil, with bandages on his wrist and blood smearing the walls. He was propped up on the wall with his head hanging down and his eyes closed. Uma gasped, kneeling next to the prone son of Gaston. She felt his pulse and was relieved to feel the pulse steadily beating despite what the room might hint at.

"How'd this happen?" Uma conversed as she checked him over trying to assess what his old wounds before moving on to the new one.

Harriet sighed, grabbing a rag that was hanging on the door, "I was worried about him. He seemed really distraught when he left probably believing Harry to be dead."

"And?" Uma prodded as she reached for the rag that Harriet held out.

"I heard he went to the bathroom, so I went there, and I waited, I waited, until I heard a thump," Harriet's tears began anew as she stared at the unmoving figure of Gil, "I opened the door, and he was bleeding out. His wrists were cut. I have the knife now but, I shouldn't have waited."

"Stop beating yourself up. He's alive, I can only assume you patched him up. You thought he was using the facilities, there was no way you could have known." Uma expounded.

Harriet sighed for the second time that hour. Uma was right, she did save him, but she could've stopped him.

"You should go take a break." Uma declared as she wiped Gil's face. "Go, be with Andy."

Harriet smiled a small smile. "I can't leave you with two beaten up pirates."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting. I will throw you off this ship if that's what you want." Uma threatened glancing at Harriet with a playful smirk.

Harriet said no more as she left the disturbing scene behind. She went outside to find Harry obediently sitting in the spot Uma had left him.

"Is Gil..." Harry trailed trying not wanting to believe anything.

"He's fine. Nothing a little rest, water, and food won't cure," Harriet encouraged giving her brother a quick hug so as not to injure him further, "same for you lil' bro."

"I can take care of me self," Harry frowned folding his arms as he watched his sister strut off The Lost Revenge, "when are ya coming back?"

"When you need me the most." Harriet smiled before disappearing into the dark alley that turned into a common walkway filled with people.

Harry was becoming irked at being left alone. He had developed a cold and was now constantly sneezing which hurt his ribs every single time. Groaning, as he sneezed for the twelfth, Harry leaned forward and placed his hands underneath him so that he could stand up.

Slowly, Harry trudged into the cool boat filled with pirates laughing and yelling. He glanced at a candle, and instantly regretted it as the light made him actually more lightheaded. Leaning heavily against the wall, Harry reasserted himself before making his way towards their makeshift infirmary. It was towards the back of the boat away from the noise of the rowdy pirates.

Clutching his aching side, Harry placed one boot in front of the other. He tried not to think about the blood that was on Ette's hands, she had told him that it was nothing to worry about anyway. Finally, Harry made it to the infirmary to find Gil in worse shape than he had left him.

Uma had Pete pick Gil up bridal style so as not to injure his old injuries. Gently, he laid him back on the bed that he had recently gotten up from. "That'll be all."

Pete left, leaving Uma with Gil once again. Well, for the time being.

"Gil..." Harry murmured leaning against the door.

Uma swirled around in her chair to face the stubborn pirate. "I thought I told you to stay put."

"I thought ye knew better." Harry smirked taking a seat on the ground. Harry sneezed, his insides protesting rather harshly. "How is he?"

"He's better." Uma took another look at Gil, she would need to replace his bandages soon. "He'll be fine. You should get some rest."

Harry shook his head, that action making him dizzy. "I can't." The very thought of Gil dying because he thought he killed Harry was frightening to think.

"Pete. Get me some cold tea." Uma winked from her spot next to Gil.

Watching with mild curiosity, Harry tiredly observed Uma undo Gil's bloody bandage, pour hydrogen peroxide onto the cut, put ointment on the cut, and finally rewrap it with a clean bandage. She was so adept at doing it, you might have mistaken her for an actual nurse.

Pete entered the room with hot tea and handed it to Harry. Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he took the tea and set it down next to him, sneezing in the process. "What's this?"

"For you. It helps your cold." Uma smiled.

"It's not fer sleep though, right?" Harry questioned raising the cup to indicate his suspicions.

"Just drink it." Uma ordered watching as Harry gulped half of the contents before setting it back down on the ground.

Harry must have been staring longer than he thought because Uma was looking a little bit confused. "What?"

"Nothin'," Harry replied lying his head back on the wall. His head was still being a pain, but right now all he could think of was Gil. At least his sneezing seemed to subside, along with the pain in his side.

"As to your earlier question... I still love you too." Uma smiled as Harry acknowledged her answer his eyes slowly closing on their own accord.

Uma watched as Harry, whether he knew it or not, finally drifted into a world of dreams. Yes, she had drugged him, but it was for his own good and he needed rest which she knew he wouldn't get worrying about Gil. She could use a nap herself. Uma laid her head near Gil's leg in case he woke up before her as she herself entered into the land of dreams.

Annnnnnd. Done. Hope you enjoyed. No cliffhanger, you're welcome. Please review. It makes me a happy camper. No please don't ghost review, I want to hear your thoughts no matter how small or insignificant. Also take a look at my other Saving Ben.