A/N: Hey guys! To make up for my long absence. Another chapter! YAY! I figured while I'm sick anyway I might as well do something useful.

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Kimberly "damsel in distress" Crawford

Kim's POV

O dear God, o dear God. No. Everybody is frozen. Chris tries to say something, but Milan hits him in the face. 'Don't you dare.' He whispers to Chris. 'Kim?' Jerry says worried. I can't talk. I feel his hand on my back, but I don't know how to react. My muscles seem frozen. The others look at Jerry and I can feel he shrugs, but all I can do is stare. I'm staring into the forest. Somewhere that way is Jack. Alone, with that insane idiot named Cray, most likely bleeding.

Out of nowhere I start walking. Straight towards the camp. Jerry's hand falls of my back. 'Kim, where are you going?' Jerry asks, I ignore him. My mind is racing, alone, he saved me and now he is alone. I slowly start running. 'Kim, no! Come back.' I hear Jason behind me, he realized where I'm going. I hear, if I'm correct, two pairs of footsteps behind me. I don't care, this time they're not going to catch me. I speed up. I have been paying attention okay, I see how they move so silently. I am not going to leave Jack alone. At least I want to say goodbye.

I don't even worry as I run through the last line of trees. I'm surprised I found the camp so easily. It's empty and silent. Except for one lonely figure, lying on his back, hands pressed to his stomach. Blood around him. On his hands, he's so still. No. No. It takes me a few second to realize I said that out loud. I stumble forward, I know two people are behind me. I drop myself on my knees next to Jack. He looks white. A tear falls on his cheek and I notice it's mine. I'm crying. It has been a long time since I cried. I reach out to him and carefully wipe the tear from his cheek.

The next few seconds seem to slow down. Jack gasps for air and opens his eyes. Immediately closing them again in pain. Within seconds Jerry and Milan are next to me. No Jason, something far in the back of my mind registers. 'He needs a doctor. Now.' Jerry says, his voice is full of worry. He and Milan start discussing some options, but I don't even pay attention. 'Jack?' I ask softly. His head turns to me, and those deep dark brown eyes open. They're shining in a way I haven't seen before. 'Kim.' His voice is soft and husky. I smile. 'Hey idiot. What did you do this time?' I joke.

I notice that the wound on his side, that I haven't really had the guts to take a good look at, isn't his only injury. He has a nice bruise around his eye, a cut on his upper arm and I don't even want to see the rest of him. He gives me a soft, painful, chuckle. 'I fell on a knife. Oops.' He says drily. I can't help but laugh trough the tears that are still in my eyes. At least his not dead. Yet. I turn to Jerry and Milan. 'Guys. Stop the arguing. He needs a doctor. Now.' They both turn to me. Look at Jack, and then each other. 'Right.' Milan says. 'We'll take him to Danny.' I look up. 'Who's Danny?' I ask. Milan ignores me and signals Jerry to pick up Jacks feet.

Together they carry the wounded Jack towards the village. Jack makes a few protesting noises. I think he means he's in pain, but I'm not sure. I try to ask them who Danny is a few more times, but they keep ignoring me. it makes me suspicious, but right now all that matters is that Jack gets help. We end up at a small house on the outside of town. People look at us strangely, but they don't say anything. I guess a bloody and wounded boy doesn't really invite to a conversation. There's a small, really old bench in front of the house. Milan sets Jack down and Jerry walks to the door. He knocks three times and waits. After a good thirty seconds an old man opens the door, and then I mean very old. At least he looks that way.

He takes one look at Jerry and wants to close the door again. Jerry stops him. 'Danny please, we need your help.' He pleads. 'Just like the last time you mean?' The old man almost spits at Jerry. 'Please, it's for Jack.' That seems to trigger a different reaction. He looks at Jerry. And then at me. 'Who's she?' is eyes are deep brown and seem even older than the rest of him. 'She's cool.' A soft mutter comes from the bench where Jack is sitting. The old man shoves Jerry out of his way and takes one look at Jack. 'Come in.' He sighs.

Milan puts Jacks arm around his neck and practically drags him inside. The old man, Danny, has already cleared out the biggest table in the house, which still isn't very big. It doesn't look like it can carry Jack's weight either, but Milan carefully puts Jack down on it anyway. 'What happened?' The man asks as he takes a knife from a drawer. 'We're not sure.' Milan answers. I can hear the shame in his voice. The man was just about to cut Jack's shirt, to get a good look at his wound when he stops. 'What do you mean, "we're not sure"?' His voice cold.

'We weren't there.' Jerry adds softly. 'You left him alone with that idiot?' Danny spits at the two boys. 'Wait how do you know Cray did this to him?' I ask. It's the first time I say something and Danny turns to me. 'Cray is the only one good enough to beat Jack in a direct hand to hand fight. And I can tell by Jack's wounds he put up a fight, but also he only had one opponent. So that leaves that crazy fool.' This man seems to have a deep hatred for Cray. I don't know what to say so I just nod. These four defiantly have a history.

There's another knock on the door. Danny looks at Jerry and Milan, they shake their heads. Danny moves towards the door. He opens it a little bit and looks outside, he lets out a deep breath and opens the door further. Jason steps in. Milan and Jerry look at him. 'Eddie is dropping Chris of at the castle.' He says hesitantly moving forward. Milan stops him when he wants to take another step towards Jack. 'That's far enough.' Okay. I've missed something. Danny has watched the scene from the door. 'Jason, talk. Jerry, Milan, give me some room.' Danny commands them.

This is another clue for me, he knows who they are, name and all. And he seems quite fond of Jack, and he hates Cray. Yeah something defiantly happened with these guys. I watch as Danny carefully removes Jack's shirt from the wound. I turn away. I mean, you thought the arrow was bad. Trust me, it wasn't. You can barely see the cut because of the blood, but it's enough to turn my stomach. Jerry and Milan don't even squirm. Jason is pacing up and down the room and Milan starts following him with his eyes. Danny is examining the wound when he looks at Jason again.

The latter stops and takes a deep breath. He sits down on a chair and starts talking. 'This was never supposed to happen. Cray was never mend to come back so soon. When I heard the steps I just did what I always do. I ran. Only I forgot you.' He says turning to me. 'When I was already gone I realized what I'd done. And that Jack would kill me if he found out I left you behind. So I hid. In the trees just outside camp. I didn't know where else to go. I saw them capture you, Jack come out and the fight starting. I also saw the three of you disappearing. I followed you, it was a good excuse for me to avoid watching the consequences of me basically being a coward.'

While Jason talks, Danny is doing something to Jack's wound. I can't see, and I don't want too. Then there's another knock on the door and Danny looks up irritated. He looks at Jerry and then nods to the door. The latter opens it carefully and there is Eddie. He seems out of breath, Jerry steps aside and lets him in. Eddie tries to say something but he's breathing to hard. Milan sees the panicking look in the other boys eyes and gets him a chair. Danny doesn't even look up, he's too focussed on Jack. When Eddie finally catches his breath he looks at me. 'You need to get back to the castle.' He breathes. 'Your father is going ballistic.'

A/N: Okay! The planning is two or three more chapters. And then I have finished my first full length story ever. :O. Yay! Okay please review and tell me what you thought!