Sorry it took so long to get this fic up. I've been working on my original fic plus schools been hell! I apologize for any spelling mistakes; my spell check does not want to cooperate.

A/N: this chapter gets kinda graphic for those of you who have weak constitutions. Detailed medical stuff painful ranting the such. It was hard to write this because I really hurt dilly in this chappie. But there is also some sweetness. Now I need to clear a few things. The other slayers aren't dead(yet?) and Celena will most defiantly NOT be a Mary Sue. She gets some good ass kickin scenes a lil'bit later.

Disclaimer: don't own esca, never have, and sadly never will.(

Love Unexpected

Chapter#4

Celena half dragged, half carried the young man down long corridor to the first bedroom available. Eric was trying to help support the older boys weight but he was small and his efforts were all but fruitless. He ran ahead and opened the door wide so that Celena and her burden could properly maneuver through the small door way. She, as gently as possible, placed him on the bed so that he was laying on his right side, to avoid the arrow causing any more damage.

"Eric, I need you do get me some thing's alright," the child nodded in coherence and Celena continued, " I need you to go to the kitchens and boil some water and bring it to me with some towels and a knife. Bring it here then grab the metal box underneath Allen's bed and bring me a set of his clothes. Got it all?"

The little buy nodded. "Good, now go, quickly." The young thing tore out of the room like wild fire.

"Now to deal with you," she whispered, turning back the man on the bed. She shed her sopping wet cloak, leaving it in an abandoned pile on the floor, and rolled up her sleeves. She wished that Allen or Millerna were here, but she, Eric, and the stranger would be the only inhabitants of the manor for the next three days. And that was only if the stranger lived that long. That thought making itself present to her she set to work.

Celena checked his pulse to find it weak and fluttering. She watched as chest rose and fell with his rapid, shallow breathing. Each time would exhale flecks of crimson would stain his colorless lips. Sitting next to him she began assessing the damage that the sword wound had done as well as his broken ribs. There was little that could be done for the arrow for the time being. The gash would need stitching but it needed to be cleaned first.

Right on time young Eric appeared in the door with a large bowl full of steaming water, a knife, and an arm full of towels.

"Sorry it took me so long miss, but I didn't want to risk spilling it. I'll go get those other things now." he said, setting the supplies down on the table and once again running from the room.

Grabbing the knife she began cutting away the red and black jacket, running the blade through the thick tough leather, revealing his once white under shirt which was now dyed a deep, ugly shade of red. That too was shredded and tossed away. Now she could see the wicked black arrow that protruded from his chest. It almost made her want to turn away. almost. She knew the albinos life depended on her ability to take care of these injuries.

She wet one of the towels and cleaned the tender flesh around the entrance and exit wounds , removing the blood and grim. She was so enthralled in her work she barely noticed that Eric had returned to the room. She placed her fingers around the shaft of the arrow, near the flesh and began to cut the it just below the fletching. Moans emitted from the stranger's mouth as painful vibrations from the arrow ran threw his body. This was taking much to long. Celena stopped a fourth of the way through the wood. Taking a hold of the fletching, she snapped the tip.

The young man let out a violent cry of pain at the action and started withering , desperately trying to get away from Celena's steady grip. She heard the calmer of something metal hitting the floor, whipping her head up to see. There stood little Eric his face white with horror.

"It had to be done Eric. Now bring me those things, quickly."

She turned back to her patient , who had calmed slightly. She felt pity for him as she took hold of the arrow tip and pulled the arrow the rest of the way through chest. The albino's lids flew open, his crimson eyes wide with pain. He struggled against the pain his breath caught tightly in his chest. Celena held a towel to the wound in hopes of stopping the flow of blood. He began to cough and splutter, blood trickling out from the corners of his mouth.

Celena grabbed the bandages that had been in the metal case and bound the wound tightly. She then set to cleaning and stitching the gash along his abdomen. Placing soft pads against his fractured ribs she bound them too.

She stood back looking at the scene. Eric sat in the corner pasty white. The nights events had been a lot for a small child to handle. The young man on the bed was breathing harshly and blood and bandages and bits of torn clothing were everywhere. She turned towards the basin in the wash room to wash her hands, when something caught her wrist. I was the young stranger.

"p-please don't leave me. Please don't l-leave angel...I-I don't want t-to die alone. Stay with while I die. P-" he was cut off as harsh cough wracked his frail body, leaving him gasping for air .

"shh." she whispered brushing his silver hair from his eyes, "it's all right. I'll be back in a moment." His grip on her wrist loosened. She quickly washed her hands in the basin and wiped them on her skirt.

She sat on the bed and pulled the dry clothing onto the young man to avoid him becoming any worse off than he was. Gently she pulled his shoulders into her lap, his head resting in the crook of her arm. She dipped a clean rag into the bowel of now cool water, and dabbed it along his face cleaning him of sweat and dirt and blood.

"Eric could you go make some tea, please." The child, still in shock from the previous moments, quickly complied.

She turned back to the stranger, who was looking at her with half lidded red eyes. Celena studied him now that things had calmed. He was quite handsome, despite his lack of...color... He was well toned though rather thin looking, but one could see he was definitely strong.

She wet the cloth again and wiped the blood from his slightly parted lips. She gave him a comforting smile.

" t-thank you." He whispered suddenly, so soft it could almost not be heard.

She was not quite sure what he meant but still replied " your welcome" in hopes of quieting him. He needed rest.

"Do you have a name angel?" he whispered softly

"Celena Schezar. Yours?"

"Dillandu Albatou" He was suddenly over taken by another fit of coughs. They subsided and he opened his mouth to speak again, but Celena placed her fingers to his lips in protest as Eric entered carrying the tray of tea.

"Shh. master Dillandu you are grievously injured and you must rest." Eric handed her a mug and she dropped a few drops of a clear liquid into it. "Your developing a fever, this will help calm it and ease the pain."

She tipped the mug against his lips until it almost gone. He had passed into unconsciousness. Celena cursed silently. He was to drink all of it if it where to have any effect. She hesitated for only a moment . It wasn't a real kiss, right?

She slowly took a small bit a the tea between her lips and gently pressed the against Dillandu's, letting the tea flow from her mouth into his. She repeated the process until the tea was gone.

It was nearly 12:00a.m. by the time she finished Eric had fallen asleep in the large arm chair across the room. She sat in the chair with Eric in her lap and began the long night watch.