Sorry for missing yesterday! But i think you guys won't mind me taking one day off lol here's the next chapter in Lucys POV

Lucy was awake, with constant thumping in her head, and pain. Not only that, the wound itself was sore, she now knew what the world was like before having pain medication and she wasn't on board with it. This was unbelievable pain and she still had days to go yet without anything. Surely the beginning part would be the worst of it? If she could get through this, then slowly she would get better...

She had insisted on giving the cot back to the Empress, but she told her otherwise. Telling her she could have it and needed it more than her. Emie was in and out getting her food and drink. She was so thankful for meeting these wonderful people on this trip, Wyatt had told her how attentive and worried they were about her. He had also filled her in on the person who had been following them in the distance. It hadn't been Flynn and that was the main thing. Alex was now keeping a lookout to make sure the women wanting to get to the Empress, never had the chance.

Then of course to the side of her lay a sleeping Wyatt, he refused to leave her the whole time and informed Alex he wouldn't be keeping a watch out for the women. He was going to stay with Lucy and it was down to Alex to keep the Empress safe and the rest of the camp. Lucy had said that Rufus was capable of keeping her company while he stood guard in shifts with Alex, but he had refused, for his own peace of mind, he was staying with her in that tent and he no interest in what was happening outside of it.

Lucy rolled over a little, being careful of her head as she did so. She had been laying down for hours and just wanted to sit up, so slowly and holding her head, she moved herself forward, only for the whole room to suddenly start spinning, "Oh no" she whispered and stopped, closing her eyes to try and block it out. But it felt like her eyes were rotating in her head.

Lucy heard a noise below her, shuffling of a sleeping bag and hands found her sides, "Hey, whats going on? You alright?" Wyatt asked worriedly.

She squinted her eyes, "I'm sorry i didn't mean to wake you. How much sleep did you get?" she asked him with her hand still placed on her forehead, not that it was helping at all.

"That's not answering my question" he replied back.

"It's not answering mine either" she countered.

She heard him smile, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders and started to lower her down, "At least your sense of humour is still in tact" he commented, "now tell me, what do you need right now?"

She pushed against him, still not opening her eyes, "I need to sit up" she told him.

"Lucy you don't 'need' to sit up," he stated, and she grimaced again in pain, "And right now i imagine your head is spinning, which is due to sitting up," he commented, "your body isn't ready, you need to lie down for now" he told her with authority.

She sighed, that wasn't the answer she wanted, "Ok explain to me why i'm the 'fake nurse' again?"

He chuckled, settling the blanket back into place on her. His training must have given him some information on wounds and stitching, he coached Rufus through it when the bullet was lodged in his side in Washington.

Slowly she opened her eyes and whilst the dizziness was still there, she felt more settled. When she looked up and saw a dishevelled Wyatt, stumble still on his face and bed hair, she smiled.

A look of curiosity spread over his face as she stared at him, "What?" he nodded.

"I'm just happy there isn't two of you right now" she smiled. Finally glad that she wasn't seeing double anymore.

"Well that's rude" he commented, teasing her.

"You know what i mean. Besides, I'd happily have two Wyatt Logan's" she told him, reaching out taking his hand that was over her stomach.

"I wouldn't," he replied and frowned, "who would be the one to kiss you?"

A smirk then appeared on his face and she smiled, even though it hurt, "You tell me" she countered, bringing her hand up to his face and bringing him down to her. Their lips met with the softest of touches. She wanted nothing more than to carry on, but she knew it wasn't possible. If sitting up was a problem...

He gently pulled away and looked down at her, raising his hand and gently stroking the bandage on her head. Lucy noticed he was now looking at that, with a look of torment on his face.

"There's a reason seat belts were invented" she told him quietly and he looked back into her eyes, drawn away from the bandage.

A small sad smirk appeared on her face at her trying to lighten the situation. He sighed, "I know what your going to tell me-"

"-exactly. You know the truth already Wyatt," she told him, placing her hands on either side of his face, "not once have you been inside that carriage on this journey, and you never would have been. So you know that you had no control over it. Don't do this, please" she begged. She didn't want him to beat himself up over it. It certainly wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

He sighed heavily, "I know," he admitted, "still just gets to me that i wasn't there straight after it happened"

"You can't be there for everything Wyatt" she spoke quietly. Unsure of his reaction.

"Doesn't stop me wanting to be" he explained. Lucy thought about it more and realised she would probably be the same if he had been hurt. Wanting to be the first one there to comfort him and let him know she was there.

A moment passed and she nodded, "I understand" she whispered, stroking his cheek.

He let it sink in and moved back a little, but still looking down at her, "Sucks this isn't a double cot huh?" with his trademark smirk. Finally glad to see him being more lighthearted.

She smiled up at him, "It's no sleeping bag" she agreed. At least in the sleeping bag, they could embrace one an other, even if they were on the floor. She wouldn't have cared.

Another shooting pain hit and she clutched her head instantly, "God," she whispered in agony. She had to admit, this wasn't pain that she had ever felt before and she never wanted to experience it again. She took a deep breath and exhaled as a concerned Wyatt looked over her, "i'm ok" she told him, wanting to reassure him. She didn't feel ok, but adding more worry to him was not going to help them going forward.

"Could have fooled me" he stated and stroked her cheek, "i'm going to get some broth for you. You need to keep your strength up" he told her and leaned down, giving her lips a quick peck.

"Ok," she whispered, watching him stand and head towards the exit of the tent, "Wyatt?"

He spun round instantly, "Yeah?"

Just the concern etched over his face told her everything. He was the only person that had ever cared so much about her that it was clear just by looking at him what he felt. Her feelings for him were only getting stronger and even with the pounding headache she had, she felt happy in this moment, "Thank you" she told him.

The side smile returned and he winked at her, "Anytime babydoll"