Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseno! The mantra going through everybody's heads. He would not be- could not be!
Robin stared at the man on the floor- willing him to live- if he did not live- he could not forgive them, forgive him for his mistake. They had all ignored his pain, he had been getting weaker everyday, and no one thought to question it. Robin did not want a gang where people suffered in silence, alone. He had to live so that they could look after him. They were a family. A family. And Allan was the baby, the child- he needed guiding, he needed support- Robin was the father- untrusting- but that should not be the way! He should be the father, supportive, approachable- his gang should be able to come to him when they are in trouble rather than fear him.
Will watched his wife frantically checking for any sign that the man was alive. Allan had been... no Allan was his best friend. Although two years his elder, Allan was like a younger brother to Will- not that he would ever tell him. Allan liked to see himself as an older brother- who taught Will the important things in life- like gambling and ripping people off, but he didn't see that Will had been teaching him, how to be loved, how to be honest- even if it was just to himself.
Much was besides himself. He had suspected something between Alistair and Allan, but had said nothing- looked the other way. Told himself anything to keep himself from realising the truth- he hadn't wanted to believe it, that a member of the gang would purposefully harm another. If he had just said something... he watched Djaq as she glided over Allan's unmoving body and he bit his lip.
Quentin had Allan's hand held in his own as Djaq listened. He felt it move and whispered to her. She held her hand to Allan's mouth. Breath. She tried not to show to much excitement in case she was wrong, but she put her hand upon Allan's broken chest and felt a faint pounding- the man was alive, barely- but he was alive. She turned and called for cloaks, shirts- anything to warm him up and the gang sprung into action- within minutes Allan was drowned in four cloaks and a very large shirt- he was lifted by Little John- with more grace and care that one would expect from the man and the outlaws hurried away.