Shiera continued to run as fast as her wounded leg wound take her. How could she have told him that? She had just told Altaїr, one of the most cocky men she had ever known, everything about her childhood! Knowing him, he would probably just rub it in her face that she almost broke down in front of him! She held back her tears as her life story came pouring out of her in a raging yell. It was bad enough that he knew of her gender! but now, he knew of her past!

'how could I be so stupid!?' Shiera mentally screamed.

As she continued to run, her leg became worse and she was sure that she had torn out two of the stitches. It was making her weaker by the minute. The next time that she jumped from one roof to the next, as soon as her feet hit the ground, she collapsed to her knees. A small and quiet moan of pain slipped past her lips as the pain shot through her. She could feel the blood seeping into her pants.

"Shit." she mumbled.

Shiera slowly pushed herself to her feet, her one hand resting over the bleeding wound as she limped towards a small roof garden. She sat down at the wooden base and leaned against it, leaning her head back as a frustrated sigh left her lips.

While she sat there, her mind wandered to her encounter with Altaїr not all that long ago. When he had pinned her against the wall, she could not help but let her eyes wander. It was then, when some light from the moo illuminated his body, that she realised that he was not wearing a shirt. When she had flipped their positions, she could feel his defined muscles beneath her as she had to fight to keep her eyes on his.

She thought of his face. His eyes had held a very large amount of concern for her, but in that moment, she did not see it. She was too upset and shaken up by her dream and his sudden appearance to notice anything. She was unstable, and unfortunately, he was there for it. Now that she thought about it, even when he thought that she was only Khan, Altaїr was still concerned for her.

He tried to protect her in the battle against Nazar, but she refused to listen to anything that he said. She was too concerned about her pride, that she hopped into battle and ended up getting herself hurt more than she would have if she had just went back to the bereau. Maybe the Master assassin was not as bad as her mind had made him out to be in multiple situations.

The moonlight had also illuminated the scar that rested on the right corner of his full and alluring lips. It was much like her own. She was not sure how he had obtained it, but it would be just plain freaky if he had also gotten his from a punch to the face as well. The scar made him look more intimidating to anyone who wasn't used to seeing blood all their life. for her however, she found it to be kind of hot. Although she would never admit that to him.

When she was pinned beneath him, his lips just looked so full and soft, that she just wanted to lean up and kiss him...

'wait... why would I want to kiss him... What is wrong with me?' she thought. 'I'm acting like a childish school girl with a crush... ugh... Damn you hormones...'

With great effort, she tugged her mind from the topic and stood straight. Shiera began her decently long walk back to the bereau. She had decided not to tell Altaїr or Zalek about her leg wound re-opening. One- to avoid any of Zalek's questions about why she was out wandering the city with wounds. And two- to keep Altaїr off her ass and from fussing over her. He seemed to be doing that lately.

She silently leaped from roof to roof, careful not to damage herself more than she had already done. Once she was close to the bereau, she stopped by a well and began to clean her wound again. Her hand slid into her clothing and pulled out a small medical kit that she always kept on her. She pulled out a needle and some thread and began to sew up her leg. When she finished that, she cleaned off the access blood and began to wrap her leg in bandages again.

Now that she was done, she scaled a nearby building and ran back to the bereau, shoving any pain to the back of her mind. Shiera silently slipped into the bereau, sliding into her pile of pillows, awaiting sleep to overcome her senses again. She turned on her good side and looked at Altaїr. She watched his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. He looked so peaceful, it was almost a crime. A small shiver ran up her spine as her eyes began to admire his muscles yet again.

She scolded her mind before laying on her back again, sleep eventually taking over her mind. only one thing was on her mind as she fell into the blackness.

Altaїr

Her eyes flung open when she felt someone touch her. Her hand shot out and grabbed the wrist of the imposter. She got to her feet and was behind him instantly, pinning his arm there. Pain shot through her from her leg and she stumbled backwards, releasing her grip as a small gasp of pain left her lips. The bright sun was blinding her and her back hit a wall while she continued to wait for her vision to return to her.

When it did, she saw Altaїr standing in front of her with concerned eyes. He held out his hands in a calming fashion as he walked up to her. Shiera began to stand up straight again but stopped as the pain shot thorough her body again. She looked down to see that her leg wound was bleeding yet again. Had she been moving around a lot in her sleep?

"You were rolling around and it seems that it aggravated your wound. Last nights stroll didn't help it either. Also, you were mumbling something about a fire." Altaїr said as he got closer to her.

She felt her whole face go pale at what he ha said. If she had been mumbling something about a fire, then that means she was dreaming about her village. What had Altaїr heard?

"Are you alright?" He asked

"Yes, I am fine. I'm just slightly sore. The wound does not need tending to and we can leave for Master Derlum's castle today. Our masters will be expecting us so we should head out as soon as possible." She said with no emotion in her tone. She stood up straight, no pain surfacing this time and she began to walk over to her robes on the other side of the room.

Pain wracked through her and she stumbled slightly, causing Altaїr to shoot forward and grab her arm to steady her. Once she was on her feet again, she ripped her arm out of his grasp, a small growl slipping past her lips. Man, she really needed to work on her anger issues.

"Maybe we should wait a few more days until you are healed enough to walk straight and not stumble around like a drunken man." Altaїr teased lightly, a small smile appearing on her face but she immediately hid it after letting what he said go through her mind once more.

"No! We hall not keep our masters waiting. They expect the best out of us and I refuse to be thought as weak because I have a small 'boo-boo'" She growled lowly. Shiera honestly didn't understand why she was acting so angry when she was just trying to get her point across. what had come over her?

She spun on her heal and began to make her way the entrance of the bereau. However, she was stopped by a sharp pain in the back of her neck, one that went all the way down her spine and made her whole body go numb, including her brain. Everything was spinning as her body fell to the floor. Before she hit the ground, she felt strong arms catch her and she was then held to someone's chest.

the last thing she heard before everything faded away was;

"I'm sorry..."

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