It's a quite short chapter, since I'm still trying to figure out how I'm writing what's coming next. Hope you enjoy it though! Maybe I will update later this day again... but not quite sure about this.
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Aramis woke up sweating and panting. His eyes wandered through the room restless. He noticed that Athos had fallen asleep in his chair. He felt his heart race and his head pound. Aramis felt cold as he stood up. Just a few drops. Disillusionment hit him as he remembered what Athos just did a few hours ago. The musketeers groaned in frustration, his hands ripped at his hair. He suddenly felt scared, without knowing of what exactly. I need it.

He looked back to the sleeping swordsman one last time, before he opened the door slowly. Aramis slipped through the small gap and into the dark corridors of the garrison. His heart raced so fast he feared it might pop out of his chest any moment as he opened the door to the medic room. The marksman thanked god, that no one was there at the moment and slowly opened the cupboards.

"It has to be here," he muttered while he looked at the various medicines. Relief filled him as he finally found what he was searching for. Every bit of his carefulness had left him and he opened the bottle hastily just to take a big sip of the precious liquid. Aramis sighed in relief as his heart seemed to slow down. He leaned against the wall and hid the bottle in his trousers. "He won't take you away from me a second time," Aramis whispered as he closed his eyes.

"Take away what?" The marksmans eyes shot open just to see Treville standing in the doorframe. He was fully dressed in his uniform, eyes tired. He probably was at the palace till now. Aramis swallowed hard as he searched for an answer.

The Captain sighed. "It's late and I want to sleep, Aramis. Give it to me and let us talk about it later."

No. He can't give it away again. He needs it. Aramis shook his head and slowly walked towards the next window. "Don't even think about it!" Treville was about to jump at Aramis, as he climbed out of the window. He felt the Captains hand at his ankle but a light kick was enough too free himself. Aramis heard Treville shouts as he ran out of the garrison.

The musketeer didn't quite know where to go, but his feet seemed to carry him to his unknown destination by themselves. Meanwhile informed the Captain Athos, who was out in the dark searching for Aramis the minute he heard about what had happened. He cursed himself for falling asleep, for letting Aramis go unnoticed. It was his fault.

Fortunately knew Athos better than Aramis himself where he had probably went. So he found his comrade kneeling in the grass just a few minutes later. Aramis shoulders shook as sobs left his body.

Athos didn't know how to react, so he decided to give Aramis a few minutes alone. He waited behind a tree from where he could see and hear the musketeer well enough.

"Why won't you leave me?" The marksman looked at the tombstone as if it could answer him. "Your souls don't deserve to be stuck here with me. Just… let go. Please do what I can't do and let go." Aramis breathing was fast as if not enough air could fill his lungs. "I know I don't deserve any mercy, but…" He didn't really know what to say any further, so he screamed in confusion, fear and frustration.

"Just let me alone." Aramis pleaded once again before his words got lost in his sobs. He jumped as a gentle hand laid on his shoulder and squeezed carefully. Athos didn't say anything since there was nothing what could ease the pain. Aramis calmed down and stood up slowly. His vision was blurry as he looked into the swordsmans eyes. "Don't take the last thing I've got from me."

Athos heart cracked as he saw the distress in the musketeers eyes, as he felt him slightly tremble under his touch. "Come," Athos said instead of answering, "Let us get some sleep."

This time Athos bound a rope on Aramis ankle and his own wrist, of course without the knowing of the marksman, just to make sure he won't run away again. Athos also found the stolen bottle in the pockets of the musketeer, as he slept. He emptied it before he sat down again.

The next days won't be easy for either of them.