Sorry it's taken so long to update this story. It took me awhile to get the characters right and how I liked them (kind of hard when the muse is on vacation in London). Any way here are a few new chapters. I can't decide to leave it here or go on so let me know what you think and PLEASE review. Best wishes.
Sir Guy of Gisborne had only ever been scared once that he could remember. And that was the day his parents had died in the fire along with Hood's. He sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sighed. He had not been out of Marian's room for nearly three days. And apparently Jaq had gotten worried, for John had come up and asked him to leave for something to eat and a bath. Guy smiled John had no need to do anything but ask, for unlike his name there was nothing little about the man, and Guy knew better than to anger him. Looking back at the bed Guy realized he was wrong he had been scared beyond thinking another time and that was now.
Marian had not woken up for nearly four days. Barely strong enough to move when she did dream. With the others help they worked to force broth down her throat along with medicine but Guy was slowly losing hope she would wake up. They had to send Sir Edward away to the Abbey to protect him, and the others. As far as the sheriff was concerned they had been quarantined due to a servant traveling away from the house had come down with a mysterious illness. No one was allowed in or out, luckily Sir Edward had not been visiting on the day the servant became ill but Marian had been.
Guy buried his face in his hands. His world, the world he had been trying so hard to put together and hold together was crumbling and falling through his very fingers. He rested his chin on his clenched fists and watched Marian's breathing. She had come to him with her secret; a secret she knew very well could destroy her and her father. He had held in his hand the one thing that could have killed her, and yet it was killing them both any way. And he was at fault, it was completely his fault. If he had just trusted her when she came to him, but no his fear of losing her and his fear of what he didn't know had made him snap. His bloody temper, he hit the chair arms standing up and began pacing.
Tears filled his eyes as he paced at the foot of the bed. He looked at the cross draped around the bed post; he leaned against Marian's foot board holding it tightly. Agony was the word he would describe what he felt. "Oh Marian what have I done?" he slumped into the chair again.
He watched her chest rise and fall. Standing again he began pacing. He couldn't sit still because to much began to race through his mind. Rushing to his seat he grabbed her hand unable to keep quiet much longer. "Marian I can't just sit here and let you slip from me again. I would give you up even to Hood just to see you wake up. Marian I'm so sorry for how I reacted." His voice caught in his throat, which suddenly felt to tight to even swallow. "I was scared Marian scared to death that I was going to lose you. Scared at how many times I've come close to killing you without knowing that it was you and I panicked. Then I was angry because I thought you didn't trust me enough to tell me before Hood. But then when I calmed down enough to understand I was to embarrassed and prideful to say anything. I didn't think you'd want me to be any where near you."
Guy took another deep breath and tightened his hold on Marian's hand. "I now I was wrong Marian. I was wrong and I'm sorry. I should have trusted you and not let my own feelings get in the way. I need you Marian I can't breathe without you. You are my rock. You keep me grounded Marian. I find myself seeking you out to show you things to tell you things. I wake up at night looking for you. You make my world a place I can live in. When I know you're there I find myself smiling and trying to make you smile and keep you smiling." Pausing for a minute Guy took another deep breath. "Marian. I love you." He shut his eyes and rested his forehead against her hand on the bed.
Silent tears fell from his eyes; he felt the bed shift and stopped holding his breath. The hand in his tightened; slowly lifting his head he smiled as two brown fever dulled eyes looked at him with tears, "Guy." Her whisper tore his heart as he jumped onto the bed, holding her tightly crying softly into her hair where she lay. He felt her squeeze his hand and try to comfort him. "Guy." She whispered again, "I love you."