Chapter 10

As Nathan slowly recovered his senses, the first thing he could feel was a sharp pain at his chest. He could feel numerous bandages wrapped tightly around the wound. He took in a deep breath of the air, his eyes still closed, and took a second to try and make out his surroundings. The air was cool but had a putrid odor in it that was unmistakable, so he assumed he was in the infirmary tent.

"Ugh…just how long have I been out for then?" He thought silently to himself. He could hear a soft humming from nearby his bed, and quickly peeking one eye open he saw, of course, Lissa, making her way around the tent, fixing up the other beds and spraying some sort of fragrance in the air.

"…Hey, Lissa…" Nathan sleepily muttered, as he sleepily stretched his arms and let out a long yawn, making Lissa jump in surprise. She walked back over to the brown-haired tactician and stared him down angrily, coming so close that their noses touched.

"YOU WERE OUT FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS, MISTER!" Lissa screamed angrily, with Nathan quickly recoiling away from her in surprise. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" She continued, the tears starting to stream down her face. Nathan sat up and gave a cold glare back to Lissa.

"What was I doing? I was SAVING YOUR LIFE, if you weren't paying attention! That's kind of my job around here? You know, to make sure no one gets killed?" He yelled back angrily.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't do us any good if you get yourself KILLED in the process!" Lissa screamed back.

"IT'S BETTER THAT I GET KILLED THAN ANY OF YOU!" Nathan roared. All of the tears from Lissa and the small levels of annoyance had finally gotten to him, and he figured it was time he said his piece. "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I DIE! NO ONE KNOWS WHERE I'M FROM! I DON'T HAVE FAMILY! YOU DO! YOU ALL DO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He noted to himself that by this point, the two of them would have definitely awoken the entire camp, and he'd probably have to apologize later, but at the moment, that was none of his concern. "It…it doesn't matter to anyone if I die. No one will remember me." He muttered, not making eye contact with Lissa.

"Nathan…I'm sorry…" Lissa muttered through sniffles, trying to hold back tears.

"Whatever. Tell Chrom I'm leaving." Nathan shot back bitterly, hopping out of the bed, grabbing his cloak, sword and tomes, and stomping his way out of the tent. Once he exited, he saw the entire group of shepherds, all huddled around the entrance, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"What." He growled, and they all moved aside as Nathan made his way through. Chrom went to say something, but Sumia touched his shoulder.

"He needs some time to spend on his own, Chrom. He'll be fine." She told the man. Chrom looked back to Nathan for a second, then sighed and nodded.

The shepherds dispersed back to their tents as Nathan walked off into the distance.

Hey folks! Sorry about the lack of updates over the past while. I have all the way up to chapter 17 written and ready to edit, so I'll be uploading fairly regularly over the next while. Thanks for the support!