Once she was able to Constance was helped to her feet by Treville and Porthos and brought to sit in a chair that was placed next to the bed for her to be close to D'artagnan. She immediately took up the cloth that Athos had been using moments earlier and placed it on his brow.
Aramis had retreated to the small writing desk in the corner and began preparing a poultice for the minor infection on D'artagnan's shoulder.
Porthos and Treville left the room, Porthos to retrieve more clean water and food for both D'artagnan and the others, Treville to return to his duties as well as ordering the Musketeers who had gathered to do the same.
Athos had walked over to the corner next to the writing desk and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor all the while not taking his eyes off of his young friend. He was far too young in Athos's mind to endure such treatment. Anger bubbled up inside the older man, anger towards Helena Lavisk, towards Lemay for suggesting such a treatment, but mostly anger towards himself for allowing D'artagnan to continue fighting after sustain such a wound.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the voice of Aramis, "Athos can you help me get to his shoulder?"
Taking a slow breath he stood and walked over to D'artagnan's left shoulder and with one arm cradling the Musketeer's head and neck and the other placed on his arm just below the injury Athos gently lifted him just far enough for Aramis to gain access to the wound.
It did not take long for Aramis to clean and bandage the shoulder and as soon as he finished, they noticed that D'artagnan had begun to shiver slightly.
After checking to ensure that the bandages were all secure and those on his torso were still moist Aramis allowed Constance to cover D'artagnan with the previously discarded sheets and the extras that had been delivered by fellow Musketeers.
Someone had even brought a large cushioned chair for Constance to keep her vigil in instead of the hard wooden one she had been sitting in.
Porthos had also returned with a large tray of food for everyone which remained fairly untouched as the Musketeers set up a game of cards that they only half played to pass the time and that is how the room and its occupants remained for the rest of the day and well into the evening.
As the temperature outside began to drop, Athos built up the fire in an attempt to keep the room as warm as possibly for D'artagnan who was still shaking from fever.
That was when Captain Treville entered with a bottle of wine and asked about D'artagnan's condition.
"How is he?" he asked Aramis quietly handing the wine to Athos.
Aramis stood and silently gestured for the Captain to follow him out into the training yard. Once outside Aramis turned to answer him, "Not good," he began, running a hand through his curls as he always did when he was worried or nervous, "if he makes it through the night, it'll be a good sign, but if doesn't wake within a few days there will be little chance of… well,"
"How long?" Treville asked, eyeing Aramis critically.
"I have seen a soldier injured on the battlefield last a week before fading after significant blood loss, but we will need to get food and water in him if he is to have any chance at all."
Treville took a moment to think before speaking, "You, Athos, and Porthos will stay with him, but ensure that all of you are well rested in case I have need of you. I will have an escort assigned to Constance to ensure she is taken care of as well. I expect the queen will be expecting her back in the morning."
Treville turned toward his own room and office, but stopped a few steps later, "and Aramis," He turned around, "try and not let the hot head give up, the King seems to be fond of him." Aramis nodded, understanding another meaning to the words. The King was not the only one who cared for D'artagnan.