(This fanfic is about the film The Patriot, but for this fanfic to work I have changed a few facts. Firstly, Colonel William Tavington does not die. Secondly, Ben Martin does. Thirdly, and this is the largest difference, the Americans do not win the way and so their country remains in England's clutches of control. So, if you're going to read this fanfic bear in mind these three facts. Now, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not very good though as unfortunately the plot is mine.
Also I do not own The Patriot or the characters within it, just so y'all know.)
Chapter Eleven
Several hours later Susan was woken up by the soldier. Her eyes opened and she was alert immediately.
"Is he alright?" she asked.
"He's fine." The soldier grinned. He took Susan's hand and pulled her off the bed gently, and led her to Tavington's room where he'd been taken. "His skull was fractured. The doctor managed to keep him alive and use something that will help heal the fracture. In a few weeks the Colonel's head will have mended itself. In a few days I bet he'll be up and running as if nothing's happened. He's like that." Susan grinned at the soldier. He'd been almost like a friend since this morning. The two of them walked along several corridors until they reached Tavington's bedroom. The soldier opened the door.
The door creaked open and Susan's eyes fell upon a figure in bed. Tavington's chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. He was asleep. Susan broke free of the soldier's grasp and ran over to him, dropping to her knees beside the bed. She took Tavington's hand in hers, and rested her forehead against their joined hands.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I know you've done many things to hurt me and others, but you didn't deserve what I did to you. You don't deserve to die yet. God has a plan for everyone, and a time for everyone to die, and I have no right to try and take another's life. I know you've taken many lives, but still you don't deserve to die at my hands. I shouldn't have tried to get revenge. I just want you to know, I've forgiven you and that I'm just sorry. So sorry. I know you're asleep and can't hear me, but I don't care. I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me for what I did, for what I tried to do. I'm sorry."
On the bed Tavington's eyes fluttered open when he felt someone grab his hand. He turned his head and saw Susan on her knees beside his bed. He head was resting on their hands. So, she'd been the one to wake him. He should have felt anger for what she did, and in fact he did, but this dissolved once she started to talk. He heard her words and felt at ease.
Susan lifted her head and was surprised to see Tavington was awake. He smiled weakly. He spoke in a weak, dried, raspy voice.
"I accept your apology, and I hope you accept mine. You've forgiven me, and for that I am grateful. I forgive you too. Just, don't try to kill me again." Tavington made a small joke and Susan let out a small giggle. She smiled at him.
"Thank you." She said as she stood up, not releasing his hand. "I'm sorry I woke you. I guess you need rest. Your skull was fractured, by me, and it needs to heal. I'll come back sometime soon. Just….get better. Please." Susan raised his hand off the bed, entwined with hers, and kissed it gently. Then she let go of his hand and walked away. Tavington watched her leave.
"Keep an eye on her please Dolmen." Tavington ordered the soldier. The soldier nodded and left, following Susan. The butler entered with a glass of water and some soup and bed. He made Tavington sit up and eat and drink. Most people wouldn't have managed this after such an injury, but William Tavington was not like most people.