Geralt continued his walk through the wooded area, he knew they hadn't gone far, taking someone like it would take allot of magic so they wouldn't get far. The potion he had taken still was working its effects his head snapped up when he heard her scream. He knew it wasn't the creature it was her.

"Celia." He called out into the darkened woods. "I am coming."

Celia looked up at the creature or person that had grabbed her, she now had a huge deep scratch across her chest. She was able to put up a barrier around her but it was little help when it reached through it and grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up, she clawed at the creature trying to get it to let go. Spots danced before her eyes as she gasped for air until finally darkness. The creature looked down at her, it was fascinated by her light colored hair. It looked up as Geralt came into view once again.

"You found me again witcher."

"As I have said before release her."

It tipped its head at her and raised its own sword.

"Then if you wish her return fight me for her."

"Gladly."

Their swords crossed and they battled for each move Geralt moved as if a dance fluid motions with his swings, until he was close enough and with one arch of his sword he removed the head of the creature. He looked down at it and then reshethed his sword and walked over to Celia. He touched her face and saw the bleeding coming from a wound on her chest. He lifted her limp form into his arms and headed back toward Roach. He placed her on Roach's back and climbed up behind her to hold her in place, he needed to find a place to camp so he could check her over better.

He had guessed he had been riding for some time when he felt her move.

"Celia." He said softly to her. She jumped slightly but when she realized she was on Roach and Geralt was holding her on the horse she relaxed.

"Geralt. How?"

"I killed it. You've been wounded."

"Believe me I can tell. Where are we going?"

"I need to get to a place where we can camp. I need to check over that wound and see if we must go into town."

"Has it stopped bleeding?"

"No, but here is a safe place to stop." He told her climbing from the horse. He reached up and helped her down, he held her for a moment making sure she was able to stay standing, she was not as she dropped to her knees.

"I'll just sit here." She said looking up at him. He nodded at her and knelt down and began checking the wound.

"I am going to need to remove your tunic."

"I know. Go a head." Celia said to him. Geralt had no choice but to rip it off of her, he wound was deep and was starting to become infected.

"Is it that bad?" She asked looking at him. She could see the concern in his eyes.

"You will be fine. We may need to go into the town."

"They won't treat me, most towns would let me die first."

"You are as bad as I am when it comes to people disliking you." Geralt said to her.

"Are you able to treat it?"

"I will try. If not we will have to go into town."

"Don't you know anyone?"

"I do but it's a several day ride. If this is infected you wouldn't make it. You wanted to be with me I won't allow you to die little sister."

"And they say you don't care."

Geralt looked at her and shook his head, he had things in his pack he always used when he got injured but he wasnt sure he had enough.

"Geralt."

"Yes?"

"Is it supposed to feel like my chest is on fire?"

"Not particularly. Why?"

"Because it feels like someone has placed hot coals into the wound."

"Fantastic." He growled, he lifted the blanket and the saddle back onto Roach and then placed everything back into the pack, he lifted Celia into his arms and onto the back of his horse where he climbed on behind her. He urged his horse forward, hoping he could find someone that could help her better than he could. Celia leaned against him and went limp, he looked down and noticed she had passed out again. Her forehead was covered in sweat and he knew what ever was in the wound was starting to spread.

"Don't you dare die." He said looking back up as he urged Roach to go faster. In the distance a tower came into view, he knew where he was and groaned because he hated to be back there but he knew they had the means to help Celia.