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Chapter 12,

Make It Through The Night,

Several hours had passed since Much and Allan had treated Gisborne's wounds, Much still did not feel right about it so he sat by Gisborne, monitoring his condition to see if it was indeed working.

"Comeon Much stop moping you said it was going to work now leave it be." Allan said as he finished taking a drink from the spring,

"I am not moping I am simply thinking about what I did. I do not take part in torture and yet it seems like what it was." Much answered,

"A...torture that saves lives Much." Gisborne said weakly, his eyes remaining closed,

"Ah...how do you feel?" Much asked,

"I...feel so...hot." Gisborne replied, opening his eyes slightly,

"That's because you have a fever it hasn't broken yet it's from the infection in the wounds on you're back." Much answered, softly, "Here you should try to have some water." He said, offering him cool water collected from the spring, "It will lower you're temperature." He added,

So Much cradled Gisborne's head on his arm while he used the other too carefully pour water into his mouth, trying to limit his overall movement. Gisborne weakly began drinking the cool liquid, that seemed to soothe him as it made it's way to his stomach, Much stopped pouring when he saw Gisborne was no longer drinking it.

"Thank you." Gisborne said softly, before his facials were, wreaked with pain, from his movement,

"If Tuck were here he would be able to lessen the pain, but unfortunately I don't have the same skill." Much said almost apologetically, beads of sweat collected on Gisborne's face, from pain, and from his raised body temperature.

So Much sponged it with the cold cloth to help ease his pain and discomfort; Much had lowered the fur blanket that covered Gisborne so it only covered him from his waist down, leaving his chest exposed, so he could cool him down to a further extent. Even though Gisborne appeared to be unconscious Much saw how grateful he was for his care through closed eyes, and an almost invisible smile. Hours had passed and Gisborne's condition never got any better, it only escalated to a higher point of discomfort, Much and Allan saw this as Gisborne continued to moan even though they sponged him down with a cool cloth, nothing seemed to help anymore.

"We really need Tuck in here." Much finally said after an hour of silence,

"Well it's not like he's just going to give himself up because we want him too." Allan said, from the corner of the cell that harbored the cool spring,

"Well I don't see you doing anything Allan." Much said as he stirred a small pot that sat over a small fire,

"Well what do you want me to do I don't know anything?" Allan asked irritatedly,

"Well for a start how about you try and find a way out of here." Much replied,

"Comeon Much get serious this is solid stone." Allan said with a chuckle,

"That's right it is escape is useless." Came a woman's voice, that made Much and Allan direct their attention to Madison who was by the cell door,

"You're betraying England Madison." Allan said,

"What has England ever done for me? It deserted me and left me to die if it wasn't for my Brother John." Madison replied,

"Why are you keeping us alive Madison?" Allan continued, "Wouldn't we be easier to handle dead rather than alive?"

"The love for my Brother keeps you alive because I know when I deliver you to him he would rather watch you squeal before you die rather then drag your lifeless bodies to him." Madison replied,

"Would he want to watch Guy scream too after all he was going to kill him and he broke his nose." Allan continued, before Much shot him a "What the heck?" look,

"You're right at that Allan a dale...what's wrong with him?" She asked,

"He has a fever that won't break, and his wounds need care." Much answered, catching onto Allan's scheme,

"Allright tell me what you need and I will go to Loxley to get them for you." Madison said,

Loxley village,

"Here you are Madison these are the supplies you wanted bandages, medicines, some food provisions." Alice said,

"Thank you one of my men were wounded on their way here their too ill to be moved so I had to get some supplies." Madison answered,

"Right this should help with the pain, this one will fight infection, and this is to help with the fever, a mixture of garlic, basil, ginger, and oregano." Alice explained further, as she pointed to small jugs containing different liquids.

"I will pack them in my saddle bag and return to my camp I cannot thank you enough." Madison thanked,

"Do not mention it if I can help King Richard's sister I am happy to do it." Alice replied,

As Madison rode away, she got a pang of guilt that flooded through her, the people respected her, and she was letting them down by lying to them. She had to repay her Brother John, and this was the only way she knew how to do it, she would kill Robin and make him happy, then she would be with him and take over England, which was all she wanted.

In the cave,

Allan is supporting Gisborne's head, while Much is attempting to feed him, "Guy you have to eat." Much said,

"I don't want food." Gisborne replied through a shiver, "But you have to eat to keep up you're strength." Allan chimed in,

"Leave him I got what you asked for." Madison said as she passed the items through the door,

"Who are you?" Gisborne asked directing his attention to her,

"That is not you're concern right now you have to get better so my brother can watch you die." Madison replied cruelly,

"What do you mean? What have I done to you?" Gisborne asked breathlessly, and gasping,

"You broke his nose and tried to kill him." Madison snapped back, before she left,

Gisborne was showing early signs of a severe fever already, so Much and Allan worked quickly, sorting out which medicines did what, and aided what. As Gisborne slipped under the fever's grasp, Much identified one of the jugs to contain the medicine they were searching for, "Allan this is it this is what we need to fight the fever." Much called out, to Allan who was busying himself with sponging Gisborne's feverishly twitching body.

"So what do we do with it now?" Allan asked cluelessly,

"We have to get him to drink as much as possible." Much replied, as he crawled across the floor and over to him, he pulled the cork from the bottle, while Allan lifted Gisborne's head.

Gisborne moaned and tried to turn away as Much placed the bottle to his lips, "Gisborne you have to drink this if you want to live." Allan said forcefully, so Much persisted and began to pour the liquid spiced with herbs, into his mouth, he resented it but made no effort to spit it out, instead he slowly swallowed it.

"I don't want to live I have nothing to live for." Gisborne gasped,

"Then for crying out loud let him die I am tired of listening to his constant whining." Madison said from around the cave's corner,

Hours later and it was far into the night, and both Much and Allan knew they weren't getting any sleep, because a feverishly tossing and crying Gisborne made sure of that. All Allan and Much could do was give him sips of the medicine Madison had obtained, it seemed to help, that along with the constant sponging, offered him comfort or so it seemed on the outside because on the inside, he was at war with himself. Flashbacks attacked him from every angle, he could not escape, images, faces, names, places, deeds, and screams, was all that welcomed him in his uncontrollable, fitting, sleep.

Well that is the end of the chapter :) Let me know what you thought, would really like to hear you thoughts!