Sorry you had to wait so long! Here yeh goo;
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Does he love me?
Do I love him?
What's the point of trying to know,
When it could only be his kind heart?

Thorin stared at the wall blankly, lost in emotion and thought, not paying attention to what was going on. He didn't notice the blood seeping through the bandages on his chest, did not notice the haze going around his eyes, did not notice his heart thudding against his rib cage, or how it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
And he continued to not notice until it was too late.

Bilbo was in incredible pain.
Since the numbness from almost losing the one he cared most of had faded, the wounds had started to settle in.
He knew Balin was doing his best to be gentle, but the burning wouldn't go away.

Apparently there were several other slash marks on his back from a sword that he was unaware about, and those were the ones that stung, but where the arrow had pierced his skin, that was most painful.

Balin let the quite frustrated hobbit leave the tent once the bandages had been wrapped; he headed to Thorin's tent almost immediately.

He looked at the drained, lifeless expression glazed on the princes face and knew that something was wrong.
The halfling trotted over to him and tore open Thorin's coat. Blood.
He felt sick to the stomach, the bandages were soaked, and down his whole front blood left a sheet of red.
"THORIN!" the hobbit screeched.
It was an attempt to get the dwarf to open his eyes, but also to grab Balin or Gandalf's attention.

Bilbo took the cloak completely off Thorin, throwing it to the side, then ripping the bandages open quickly, somewhat angrily, yet any anger he had once held on to was gone, with trembling, blood-covered fingers. He then put both his hands on the wound and pushed down; trying desperately to stop the bleeding.
He felt the presence of Gandalf sweep in behind him.
"Bilbo, let me take care of this."
"Let me stay with him, please."
Bilbo couldn't even hide the terrified, desperate tone in his voice.
"I'm sorry, My dear friend. Please go find somewhere else to dwell for the moment."

If there was one thing Hobbits have, it is loyalty.

"I can't" The halfling whispered.
"What?" When Bilbo released his hold on Thorin, the wizard got to work immediately.
"I can't leave."
"You must."
Bilbo came to a conclusion, just a simple thought really, but it meant much.
"Would you abandon the one you love; when they are on death's door!?"
Gandalf started stitching the wound with nimble fingers.
"I would not."
"Then you must understand."

Gandalf sighed and cut the string after a tight knot, finishing the stitches. He started to gently dab the area with a kerchief that held water mixed with herbs of some sort. After there was a clean, large circle around the wound, he picked up the dwarf softly and wrapped clean bandages around Thorin's torso, then lay him back down.

He handed a water satchel to Bilbo.
"Try to get him to take it; If he gets dehydrated it could very well be his last day."
The wizard left the tent swiftly.

Bilbo sat down softly next to the unconscious prince, an empty feeling in his heart.
He gently drove Thorin's lips apart with the nozzle of the water, pouring some slowly so he wouldn't end up drowning the dwarf, rubbing Thorin's neck so he would swallow.

Once the satchel was empty he put the thing down and looked sadly to the dwarf's face.
"Thorin, I know you may not hear me, but there's something I need to say."
He sighed, deeply with a quiver in his breath.
The hobbit bit his tongue, deciding not to say anything, just taking one of the dwarf's cold hands in his, entwining his fingers gently.
He had already cried himself dry earlier, but if he hadn't he would be right now.
Bilbo found himself unable to speak. He tried to, but there was nothing but air.
The hobbit leaned down, and kissed Thorin gently, sadly, lightly. It was only a moment, yet it felt like so much.
He noted the warmth in the dwarf's lips. It meant he was alive.
The hobbit smiled but it wasn't a happy one, like the curve one has when they start to cry. There were no tears.
He felt the grip tighten on his hand for just a moment, and looked up.
The dwarf still looked the same. Guessing he had just imagined it, he went back to staring at the wall blankly.

Thorin could feel, hear, touch, but he could not move or see. He was stuck in the way-to-familiar black again. He noted he was a fool and needed to pay much more attention next time.. But there may not be a next time.
Terror. That was the only thing the dwarf felt. Bilbo, he needed to see Bilbo. He needed to take the hobbit and put his lips to the hobbits, even if it meant that there would be no more conversation between the two of them, merely seething glances and the cold that was of isolation.
He saw a light.
He went towards it, desperate to find a way out.

All through the night, Bilbo stayed there. Refusing to leave even for food.
Even when the lanterns lost their glow and there was darkness, he stayed, Silent, begging in his mind for the dwarf to do something , to move, or to whisper something, or to at least change the dead expression on his face. Thorin was alive, breathing and the color had returned to his skin, but besides that there was no different.
Bilbo listened to the soft breathing of the dwarf.

The light was getting brighter, almost blinding, even.
Thorin walked into it.

Bilbo saw the tendrils of the sunrise peeking through the tent's fabric. His eyes felt heavy, but he knew he could not sleep. The pain was biting his back, sometimes he had to struggle not to yell as the waves came occasionally but without warning and stayed for long periods, overwhelming.
The others told him to go to bed.
He refused to.

The dwarf saw his grandfather, his father, his ancestors.
His grandfather approached him.
"Hello, Thorin."
"Good to see you again, grandfather!"
"Good to see you too, but there is someone waiting for you below."
"What are you talking about?"
"You have entered the kingdom of fallen kings, and we are going to send you back to your body. There is someone whom just by knowing your existence could spare their life."
Thorin was taken aback, but then he smiled and bowed politely.
"Thank you."
His grandfather smiled and faded away, along with the others.
Thorin felt more coming back to him, memories, heat, pain, the touch of a hand in his.

He opened his eyes slowly, it was the break of dawn, he knew. There was a small figure next to him, unable to make out their features in the dark. They were holding his hand. He saw Delicate curls atop their head, he knew who it was instantly.

"Bilbo."
"You're a fool." Bilbo responded gently.
"I know."
"You need to stop, this is the second time I thought I was going to lose you."
"I understand."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't." Bilbo looked sadly into Thorin's eyes.

Thorin looked at Bilbo's eyes. They contained so much. Pain, hurt, loss, desperation. It broke him. The dwarf looked away.
Bilbo tightened his grip on the dwarf's hand and smiled.
"It's good to know you are alive."
The dwarf smiled halfheartedly.
"Bilbo."
"Yes?"
"Can you…um.."
"Can I what?.."

Thorin decided that all dignity he had once had was lost, so he swallowed his pride.
"Could you lay down with me? I'm cold..and judging by your face you must be exhausted"

The hobbit chuckled.
"I doubt I would give you much warmth, prince."
"You look exhausted." The prince replied stubbornly.
"Alright."

Bilbo got up silently and the dwarf shuffled a little ways backwards to give Bilbo room.
Much to his surprise, once the hobbit lay down he buried his face into the crook under Thorin's chin.

The prince smiled and wrapped one of his arms around the hobbit, pulling him closer.

Bilbo smiled also, shutting his eyes, relaxing his muscles to melt in the warmth spreading in between them.

Bilbo fell asleep almost immediately, making Thorin chuckle softly. He stayed awake, though. His eyes were shut, but his ears were open, this was usual as he had made himself learn how to on dangerous nights during his youth, but that was when he put his mind to it.
At the moment, it wasn't intentional.
He guessed it was because he wanted to protect Bilbo.
Knowing well that Bilbo was not anywhere close to waking, he sang something quietly, just for the two of them.

Sleep,
Sleep tonight,
and may your dreams be realized.
If the thundercloud
passes rain
so let it rain
let it rain.
Rain on him.

Heeeellooo!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Just letting you know;
The next chapter may be the last.
The little song-thingy is MLK - U2
I do not own the hobbit or it's characters.