Robin watched fearfully as his loves weakened form fell limp in his arms and Guy's eyelids fluttered to a close. His shallow breathing was the only sound in the silence that followed.
'Robin?' Tuck broke the silence. The gang had not heard the declaration of love between the pair.
'Save him!' Robin ordered, not even looking at the outlaws.
'But-' Much started. Robin turned his head to glare at them uncharacteristically.
'SAVE HIM!' He yelled.
The outlaws could see that Robin was being deadly serious, so the hesitantly obliged.
'We need to get him to camp.' Tuck murmured, against the protest of his friends.
Robin lifted Guy off of the ground with ease, carefully making sure that he was in the most comfortable position even though Guy was unconscious. Robin sprinted back to camp in a daze, confused as to how this could happen, especially to his Guy.
He gently laid Guy on the bed, the one closest to the fire, then moved back so that Tuck could examine Guy and hopefully save his life.
Every so often, Guy winced as Tuck tried to clean the blood off of him. Robin gripped his hand tightly. The outlaws were outraged at his actions, they all had different theories on why Robin was acting this way, and none of them were even close to the real reason.
Tuck removed Guys shirt, to reveal a nasty looking wound, Robin hissed angrily on seeing it.
'Will he be ok?' Robin whispered anguished.
'He has the fever, if he survives that he may have a chance.' Tuck sighed.
Robin just grunted, laid his head on the side of the bed and closed his eyes in a restless sleep. Waiting for his love to awaken.
Sorry it's so short, but i haven't had much time, the next chapter will be longer, pls R&R.
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