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Author's note: I have really been whumping on Constance, so I thought it should be Aramis' turn this time. Tag to "Through the Glass Darkly". Thank you for the reviews and keep them coming!
Everyone had made it back to Paris. Constance travelled to the garrison to see her friends. She was concerned about Aramis, since he had fallen out of the window. He was the one of the last to climb the hill to the carriages, which was unusual for him. He liked to be near the Queen as often as possible and usually would have been the first to be near the carriage. The others were seated at the tables near the training area, but Aramis had already retired for the evening. She spoke briefly with them before heading up the stairs.
Aramis raised his head from his book, when he heard a knock on his door. The low light had been keeping his headache at bay, but the knocking at the door started it again. He threw open the door and surprised to see Constance on the other side. "Constance?"
"I came to check on that hard head of your's." Constance pushed past him with some bandages, pouches, and ointment the physician had given her, before she left the palace.
"I am alright, really." Aramis tried to convince her as she placed the items on his table.
"Sure you are. Sit." Constance gestured to the chair in front of her. Her face not leaving room for argument.
Aramis slowly walked over to it and sat down. "This really isn't necessary."
Constance started looking at the back of his head and she could still see a few of the cuts were bleeding. "Oh Aramis." She whispered softly and started dabbing at the cuts. She even found a few more slivers of glass in the ones that were especially sore. "Well that should feel a bit better now." She said as she finished applying the soothing balm. She handed him an envelope with powder in it. "For your headache."
"How did you know?" Aramis asked, adding it to the tea she had made for him.
"You fell out of a building, practically onto your head. It was a good guess." She replied as she began cleaning the rest of the wounds on his face, neck and hands. "You are lucky you wear such a thick doublet."
"I know."
"Aramis, you could have been killed." She squeezed his hand looking up at him with concern. Although, she had just kissed D'artagnan earlier in the day and they had professed their love to each other, she could not ignore the fear that she felt when Aramis went out the window.
"But I am safe." Aramis smiled warmly and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, it was becoming a common gesture between the two of them. "My God has not abandoned me."
Constance smiled back at his reply, it was so him. "Stop testing him." She replied standing. "I should get back to the Queen. Good night Aramis."
"Goodnight Madame." Aramis closed the door behind her. With the pain relieving power taking effect, he might actually be able to sleep through the night.