Evening My Lovelies
I have a feeling I'm going to regret staying up so late to finish this tomorrow, especially considering how terrible this is.
Sorry about that!
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Deana: Thanks for the review - Glad you liked it :) Enjoy the new chapter! x
criminally charmed: Thanks for the review - Haha great song choice, love it :) Glad you liked Treville's moment, it was pleasing to write :) Enjoy the new chapter! x
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Katie (Guest): Thanks for the review - I'm glad you liked the cute moment, it was a lot of fun to write, though I did feel bad putting Remy through it. As to how Marshall's going to die, you'll have to wait and see. Enjoy the new chapter!
Debbie (Guest): Thanks for the review - Marshall will eventually die don't worry about that. Remy's guilt's going to haunt him for a while but he'll be okay by the end. Enjoy the new chapter! x
pallysdeeks: Thanks for the review - I wanted to hug him too! I felt a bit sorry to put him through that. Don't blame you :) Athos's pissed off look must be scary :D Enjoy the new chapter! x
KarenF (Guest): Thanks for the review - Yep everyones in a bit of a mess. I was tempted to have Athos injured but he's already quite injured and it didn't feel right. Yay glad you liked the whump, gotta love the whump :D Enjoy the new chapter! x
Issai: Thanks for the reviews - (chapter55) Don't worry bout Remy he'll be okay. Figured Porthos would have picked up something from our lovely medic by now. (chapter56) Oh it was really tempting to injured Treville, it may still happen but at the moment I need him uninjured. Hmmm I like the idea too, we shall see :) Bwhaha don't worry Aramis will have his faint very soon :D Enjoy the new chapter! x
Maryg (Guest): Thanks for the review - Yay I'm glad you're liking it. Remy's gonna be feeling the guilt for some time but he'll be okay by the end. Bahaha yeah Marshall seems to have a things for guns. I loved writing Athos's reaction so I'm glad you enjoyed reading it as well XD Enjoy the new chapter! x
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Lilac Lavender: Thanks for the review - Marshall taunting our boys was a lot of fun to write :) I thought you might like the "what. did. you. do" moment. Injuring Porthos was fun to write too, it was tempting to injure Athos instead but i figured I've done enough to him at the moment. The whole Remy moment had me feeling a bit guilty for putting him through it but it was too cute to resist. Enjoy the new chapter! x
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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Help
As soon as Marshall had crumpled to the ground Treville was rushing over to his men, his eyes fixed on the trail of blood down Porthos's arm.
"How bad?" asked Treville as he helped the man sit, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Athos's complete attention was on Porthos. The swordsman's expressionless mask was back on, only this time it wasn't as perfect like before as the Captain could see the worry and guilt in his eyes as he watched his friend.
"…Don't think it hit bone so that's good," grunted Porthos as he let Treville ease his hand away from the wound.
Like he had said the shot had luckily missed hitting the bone but it had still done significant damage as it tore through the larger man's arm muscle.
Swearing under his breath Treville lifted his head to look at Porthos. "It needs cleaning and stitch work but I am hesitant to leave Aramis and the others alone any longer…"
Porthos nodded, understanding completely what the man was getting at. "Wrap it up tight and lets get our boys. It can be looked at when we get back."
Both Treville and Athos looked hesitant to do so but with Marshall's words still ringing in the musketeers ears the pair of them silently agreed before making quick work of bandaging up Porthos's arm.
"What about him?" asked Athos, his voice thick with venom as he glared at the unconscious man before them.
Treville thought for a moment before ripping up one of the blankets they had on them and using the strips as rope to try the man up, leaving him for them to deal with when they returned.
Once the man was secure Treville turned to Porthos, holding his gun out for the man to take.
"To use if he tries to escape," explained the Captain when Porthos made no move to take it.
"I'm coming with ya," stated Porthos as he forced his body to stand tall. He wasn't overly tired per say but the adrenaline from before was beginning to wear off and it wasn't an overly nice feeling to experience.
"No," responded Treville shaking his head. "Henri cannot move and to be honest I'm surprised Athos is still conscious. We need someone to watch Marshall, you have to stay here."
Porthos narrowed his eyes, "'Mis, Favier and D'Art are all injured… You gonna carry them out all on your own?"
Treville's own eyes narrowed at the tone Porthos was taking with him but was prevented from saying anything when the pistol he had been holding out for the larger man to take was stolen from his grasp by a clearly exhausted Athos.
Both Porthos and Treville watched in slight surprise as the swordsman limped over to where Marshall lay unconscious, settling himself on the ground and pointing the pistol at the man without saying a word.
"Well…" grinned Porthos as he turned back to face his Captain, "That answers that then."
Huffing in equal parts amusement and irritation Treville started walking towards the house, knowing instinctively that Porthos was following.
"Not… that I don't… love this plan," panted Remy as he and Aramis made their way back to Favier and D'Artagnan. The young bandit skin was beginning to darken as bruises formed from Quentin's relentless assault. He was sure some of his ribs were also broken if the pain breathing caused him was any indication. "But how… how are we going to get out? We aint really… in walking form."
Aramis frowned, his body tensing for a moment as a brief dizzy spell assaulted him. "We'll… Well we'll just have to figure something out. My Captain's got to be around here somewhere, no doubt they're looking for us."
Remy frowned but lacked the energy to argue further, instead he watched as Aramis tended to the unconscious Gascon.
"…Thank you," he whispered quietly a few moments later, surprising both Favier and Aramis, though Favier guessed he wasn't supposed to be privy to what was going on and so kept his barely there focus on the Gascon. The boy had shifted slightly when Aramis had left to check on Remy and now his leg was bleeding once again.
"There's no need for thanks," muttered Aramis as he examined the Gascon's wound, knowing exactly what Remy was talking about without having to ask for an explanation. "But… You're welcome."
For the next few minutes the group worked in silence but before too long they decided they had to try to get themselves out of the house.
It was Favier who had the idea to create a sort of sling with one of the tapestries hanging on the wall so they could pull D'Artagnan along without too much jostling to any of their injuries
It had taken them longer than any of them would ever admit to actually get the thing set up but finally they were ready. Aramis knelt down to grab his part of the fabric when Favier stopped him with a hand to the shoulder.
"Try and pull him with an arm like that and it'll never heal right," stated the man, his head nodding towards the clearly dislocated shoulder the medic was sporting.
Aramis blinked, "I… ah… forgot about that…"
After staring at his comrade-in-arms for a second Favier let out a bark of laughter before moving to help reset the joint. "Only you Aramis," he said with a smile before using what strength he had left to force the joint back into place, the action drawing out a loud scream from the medic.
Once the pain had receded enough that he could think clearly Aramis glared at his friend, cursing at him under his breath in Spanish.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," quipped Favier with a small smile as the two returned to D'Artagnan's side.
However before any of the trio could even bend to grab the sling the sound of thundering footsteps caught their attention.
Moving out of instinct than anything else Aramis took a step forward, standing protectively in front of his companions, his fists raised as they waited anxiously for whoever was about to enter the room.
"ARAMIS!" roared an all too familiar voice that had both parties freezing when they met face to face once again.
Unable to help himself Aramis tilted his head to one side and put on the most innocent expression his bruised face could muster. "Yes?"
Blinking at his friend's nonchalance Porthos allowed himself one moment of surprise before he stormed over to the barely standing man, pulling him into a tight embrace, as soon he was close enough.
"Had me worried 'Mis," he whispered quietly so only the medic would hear.
Aramis's heart warmed at the love and concern he could hear in that one sentence and tightened his own grip on his brother before the two stepped back.
"We heard you scream," stated Treville as he tried not to look horrified at the state of his men. "What happened?"
A slight pink tinge appears on Aramis's cheeks making both Porthos and Treville look at him oddly.
"Fool forgot he had a dislocated shoulder," stated Remy, the bandit having settled himself down on the ground by D'Artagnan as soon as they realized the newcomers weren't threats. "He was having it reset, that's what you heard."
Porthos blinked, a teasing grin tugging the corner of his lips. "You forgot? Really 'Mis?"
Aramis huffed though there was a clear smile fighting its way his lips as well. "Was a bit preoccupied with other things I'm afraid, though I wont say its not good to see you, I think we were all dreading trying to get him out in the condition we're in."
His words bring the attention of Porthos and Treville to D'Artagnan, the boy nestled safely in the makeshift sling, though it is clear he is in pain and has lost a fair amount of blood.
"I've got him," growled Treville as he move to gently pick up the Gascon, noticing how Aramis immediately started fussing over the bloodied bandage he could see on Porthos's arm until the larger man lightly swatted the back of his head before moving over to Favier to help the barely conscious man walk.
They had just gotten out of the house when a though hit and had Aramis turning to look over his shoulders at Porthos.
"Where's Athos? You found him right?"
The dark look that entered both his brother and his Captain's eyes sent a wave of panic through him, though Treville started talking before he could act on it.
"Henri found him in the middle of being tortured by one of the guards. Henri managed to get them both out but both are quite hurt. Athos is currently guarding an unconscious Marshall as he is not the most stable on his feet at present."
"Huh," mused Remy with a nonchalance that seemed to surprise the rest of his group. "Didn't even notice he'd left."
"Well he had just shot D'Artagnan," quipped Favier, though his words were beginning to slur as he struggled to stay awake. "We had other things to worry about."
"How bad?" demanded Aramis, cutting off the two bantering men, instantly going into his famed 'medic-mode' at hearing his friends were in pain.
For the remainder of the trip Porthos filled Aramis in on the injuries of the group and what they had done to treat them.
Aramis spotted the camp before any of his companions… his eagle eyes having been searching for any sign of his injured brothers ever since Porthos had explained how badly they had been hurt.
His eyes immediately locked on to Athos, who was glaring hard at the still unconscious form of Marshall despite the trouble the swordsman seemed to be having staying awake.
Relief filled the medic at seeing his brother and the swordsman's name left his lips before he could even think.