Chapter 10

The horses whinnied nervously. Jane turned around to see the dark shape of a man limping heavily towards them and clutching his side.

"Bo!"

She took off towards him, reaching the Orsimer just as he collapsed into the snow. She cried out, seeing the extent of his injuries. His left leg was bent at an unnatural angle, and she could see the white bone sticking out at the knee. His whole left side was drenched with red, most of the blood his, and a there was a deep gash in his left hip.

"Killed… the leader." Bo groaned and clutched his side with both hands. "He broke my leg… and there was a…frost troll in the cave." Bo slumped forward, and Jane caught him, yelling for help. The Orc wrenched to his feet and jogged over, and Jane quickly filled him in.

"What do we do?" She whimpered, feeling tears run down her bloodied cheeks. The Orc looked around.

"We will heal him as much as we can, but he needs to get to a healer." He eyed the horses. "Grab the horses, bring them over. I will carry him."

Jane ran over to the horses and murmured to them, trying to get them to calm down. She unhitched the two from the charred caravan piece, and grabbed their reigns, coaxing them to walk with her. She reached the Nord and watched as the Orc hauled Bo over to them. He placed Bo down and went over to his pack, fishing out a bottle of alcohol, which he uncorked and made Bo drink.

"Come here," he called. "Make him drink all of this. I might have to knock him out if he struggles too much." Jane took the bottles of alcohol and made Bo drink them.

"Jane," he slurred. "Are you hurt?"

"Oh Bo, you shouldn't be worrying about me…" her voice hitched. " I am not hurt at all, you made sure of that."

"I have to put his bone back in." The Orc looked up at her from where he knelt beside Bo's broken leg. "It will hurt like a bitch, and probably will have to be reset once we reach a healer." Jane nodded, turning back to Bo.

"Deep breaths Bo," she whispered, reaching up to brush his sweaty hair out of his face.

Bo took a deep breath, and the Orc started to move the bone.

Bo's screams pounded into Jane's head, and she quickly leaned forward to hold his arms down, which were grasping at the Orc.

"It hurts!" He screamed, "Make it stop!"

Bo started to move, lashing out. He knocked Jane back, smacking her face. Jane gasped and clutched her cheek, knowing that Bo clearly did not mean it but it left a sting. The Nord came over and managed to keep Bo's arms away from the Orc, as he guided the broken bone back into his body.

Suddenly Bo went limp, and Jane panicked.

"Did he pass out?" She quickly leaned forward and checked for a pulse.

"Yes," the Orc turned away and gathered some bandages up. "That is a good thing. Better to sleep through it all. All we have to do is keep him alive until we find a healer."

The Orc uncorked a bottle of potion and handed it to the Nord, who poured it into Bo's mouth.

"And where are we going to find a healer? There's no one around for days, and Windhelm is too far away.

"There's an Inn," the Nord piped up. "Two days ride from here, if we don't stop too often. There's a better chance of a healer being there than Anga's Mill."

The Orc nodded. "You and I will seal his wounds up," he looked at Jane. "It won't last, but as long as he makes it, it'll do. I'll ride with him on one horse, you ride with the Nord."

"What are your names?" Jane asked while she moved closer to Bo and raised her hand.

"Nazgurat," the Orc replied.

"Ahmon." The Nord smiled weakly at Jane, who couldn't smile back.

"Jane," she replied, "And this is Bo Gro Graul."