Nala had stayed behind at Pride Rock. She hadn't been happy about it, but she was the queen. She had a responsibility to her pride. Besides, Zazu always exaggerated, she tried to tell herself. Simba was probably fine...
Then she saw him.
He was NOT fine.
"Simba!" She dashed down to meet the lionesses supporting her mate. He wasn't moving. He was hurt as well. Not the occasional cut or scratch a lion might pick up from a prey's lucky hit. Wounds. Injuries. She could make out the teeth and claw marks. These were attack wounds. What had happened?
No. It did not matter how. Only that it did, and he was hurt. Knowing why would not heal him.
But she knew someone who could.
"Zazu! Find Rafiki! Tell him we need help. Tell him..." She looked back at her king. He was gasping shakily. "Tell him to bring any medicine he has." She finished quietly. Zazu flew off faster than she had ever seen him.
"Let's get him into the den," She told her lionesses.
Hold on Simba...There isn't a wound inflicted that Rafiki couldn't heal. But until Rafiki actually got there, all she could do was keep him comfortable.
By her husband's side, she would wait.
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A little bit of Nala, but don't worry, she'll have more. This fanfic will go until the 'Exile' song starts playing. More to come! =^-^=