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Elphaba watched her love with a guarded expression. Guarded, expressionless, because if she didn't, he would see exactly how frightened she was feeling. Fiyero could die. He was already on the brink of death. But she had to be the strong one. Especially now.

Fiyero hadn't said anything since that one soft and raspy word. He merely gazed up at Elphaba with unspoken, unfocused love. There was nothing else to say at the moment. And even that one word had tired him considerably.

Elphaba looked at him a moment longer, before her plan quickly changed. She couldn't save Fiyero; her training in the resistance had only included a very basic medical section. But she could tend to him - and herself - as best she could until she thought of a way to save him. Or somebody who could.

Immediately tearing off strips of fabric from the bottom of one of her many skirts, she scooted behind Fiyero, her hand remaining on his shoulder once he couldn't see her any more, to let him know that she hadn't left him.

And she never would.

Setting the strips of cloth she had already torn off onto a semi-clean patch of ground, Elphaba's hands gently moved to underneath Fiyero's shoulders. She gently lifted him slightly up, sliding her knees underneath him. He was ho slightly sitting up, his bloody head resting on her stomach.

After shifting the fully-grown man, Elphaba's shoulder was on fire. Her right hand moved up and examined the opposite shoulder as gently as possible. The bullet had gone completely through the very top of her shoulder, and for that Elphaba was thankful. No bullet stuck in the wound, and minimal bleeding. Knowing that helped her put it as out of her head as possible. She could focus on tending Fiyero now.

Elphaba bent over so as to pick up the makeshift bandages, only to almost drop them as she heard Fiyero's voice once again. Apparently there was something important to say now, for they both knew that talking would only make him more tired.

But he talked anyway, despite Elphaba's halfhearted attempt at quieting him.

"Fae… I'm sorry… Before I go, you should know…"It was obviously painful for him to breathe, causing Elphaba to suspect one or more broken ribs. "I followed you earlier. And then… I couldn't find you, so I went back to the apartment…"

But now Elphaba had heard enough. With shaking hands, she pressed a finger to her lover's lips. Barely managing to keep her stone-like expression and emotionless voice, she spoke softly to him.

"Shh, my hero. My sweet. My Fiyero. You're not going anywhere." Her voice was flat, leaving no room for anything otherwise, thoughts or words. And yet, it still managed to be loving. "Just sleep now, while I figure out what to do." She bent down, pressing her lips as gently as she could to his own, in a sort of upside-down kiss. The green woman then gently closed Fiyero's eyes, despite his halfhearted protest. "Don't argue, my love."

She waited a few moments until his breathing became regular again. He fell asleep quickly; he must have been exhausted. With good reason, Elphaba knew. But enough time had already been wasted. She had to tend to Fiyero now, if he was to have any chance at all of living.

She picked up the clock once again, and adjusted Fiyero's head slightly. He had obviously been hit over the head and on his chest and sides. No bullet wounds, like she had previously suspected. Thank… Thank whoever. Whatever. Thank nothing.

Elphaba kept herself busy wrapping Fiyero's head to stop the steady flow of blood coming from it. She tried to be as gentle as possible, for as he was on death's doorstep, Fiyero obviously (at the very least) had a very, very serious concussion. Any movement, be it necessary or not, would cause him pain, even though he was asleep. By now, Elphaba wouldn't have been surprised if he had been unconscious as well.

After wrapping his head up tightly, Elphaba continued to his chest, often having to rip more fabric off of her skirts. Once his chest was sufficiently bound, all blood being stopped, Elphaba's skirts were considerably shorter. Luckily, the green was masked by opaque leggings. They could get out of their current location. To get further help.

Sighing, Elphaba gently eased herself out from under Fiyero, but kept him from lying back on the ground. She staggered to her feet, pulling him up with her. She then began moving as quickly as possible, half carrying, half dragging him. All the while being careful not to hurt him any further.

She moved down the streets of whatever district she was in, steadily away from her scene of murder until, exhausted, she came across the perfect hiding and resting place. Underneath a bridge.

Sliding down the slope, she hurried underneath it. The river-slash-stream that used to run underneath it had long since dried up. No danger of water. Setting Fiyero down near a support, Elphaba kissed his forehead gently.

She then sat down, leaning against the same support. Only a few feet away from Fiyero.

It was time to think of what to do next.