Hi I'm encountering a few problems while uploading the chapters, it seems like some words got completely cut away during the upload. I hope to fix this asap. -Azotac

Few days had passed since that discussion with the Guardians.

Cynder has almost completely gained back her strengths, while Spyro fatigued to get better.

Aramis came to the black dragoness every day to inform her of Spyro's status.

The medics managed to cure most of his internal injuries by an extensive use of red gems, but some of them were far too deep in his organs, and it was impossible to cure them completely without opening him up. Still Aramis was hopeful.

Then one night...

Cynder woke on a jolt, sounds on running moles and a screaming dragoness were echoing in her ears.

An awful feeling creeped in her chest. Something bad was happening.

She run out of her room, going in the direction of the noise.

She arrived in Spyro's room, and what she saw terrified her: stains of blood where spattered across the floor as the sound of Spyro's coughs was flooding her mind.

Then a voice subdued that noise:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Aramis shouted.

"I wanna help!"Cynder tried to answer.

"YOU'RE GONNA HELP BY STAYING IN YOUR ROOM!" Aramis retorted, her paws stained with blood.

"NO, I WANNA HELP SPYRO, YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM DOING IT, I…" She was blocked by a drenched cloth put on her muzzle, she tried to scream but her senses quickly faded in darkness.

When she woke up sun was already far up in the sky, illuminating completely her room.

She tried to recount the facts of the last night, but was interrupted by Aramis entering swiftly in her room. Before Cynder could argue the grey dragoness began speaking:

"I'm sorry for last night, young lady, but you seemed to be out of reason so we decided to sedate you in case you wanted to do something stupid."

Cynder tried to retort but was again interrupted by Aramis:

"But I'm sure you will forgive me after I tell you this."She paused."Spyro is awake, and he wants to see you."

The black dragoness couldn't believe those words. Hope filled her heart as she jumped down her bed.

Aramis accompanied Cynder to Spyro's room but before entering, the grey dragoness warned:

"Even if he's awake, his conditions are pretty unstable. Last night he coughed out most of the blood deposited in his lungs, I'm sure it was pretty painful. He may be stressed or irritable. So be careful."

Cynder nodded then pushed the door open, entering eagerly.

She gazed at the purple dragon with sorrow and joy. His breathing was now mostly even and clean, but his body still remained battered and broken.

She closed to him, gently nuzzling his neck.

"Spyro, I'm here" she called.

"Cynder..."he responded. Hearing that voice, even if a bit raspy and feeble, made her heart melt in pure joy and happiness.

"Oh Spyro, I'm so happy to hear your voice. You made me worry sick." She told him softly.

"Cynder, I'm so sorry"

"You don't need to be sorry. I'm the one that should be. I wasn't there when you needed me. I know I failed you." Tears slid down on her check and over Spyro muzzle.

He weakly unfurled his good wing over her and pulled the dragoness closer.

"You didn't fail me, you never had. And I'm sure you never will. "He whispered softly in her ears, as she buried her face into his scarred chest.

She calmed down a little, just for being so close to his purple hero. The sound of his, now even, heartbeat washing away all her worries.

"And from what Miss Aramis told me, you saved my butt again. I owe you one now!" He said mockingly.

"Nah, I think we are even."She replied.

They both laughed briefly, smiling fondly at each other. He lost himself in those deep emerald eyes that he missed so much.

"Cynder I..." His head felt suddenly heavy and his sight become all a blur, as he collapsed on the cushion beneath it.

Cynder recoiled but she was quickly shoved away by Aramis, which swiftly put her paw on his neck. Few moments later she sighed.

"He's fine, just a pass out. Give him a few hours to rest."Reassured the medic.

"Can I stay here with him, please?" Asked Cynder.

The grey dragoness smiled and nodded, then left.

"Just call if you have any problem, I'll be around here" Aramis said while exiting the door.

When the door closed, she gazed at the purple dragon laying in front of her.

With a smile, she climbed over his bed and curled near him, covering her friend with a wing.

She watched him for a long time, inspecting his body from tail to muzzle. A miserable frown etching on her face. The debilitation of his body was clear. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, due to the fact that he hadn't eaten properly for about one week.

His horns and underbelly were now of a faded gold hue, far distant from the lustrous colour that once adorned his body. His scales were faded too, now resembling a lavender tone. His body was worn out by several scars that still were visible even after the red gems. His right hind leg was now free from the bandages and stood in its normal position, while his right wing was still bandaged and neatly folded at his side.

Even after all this his face seemed to be relaxed, almost peaceful. She hoped to be part of what made him feel better.

And with easing thoughts in her mind she slowly drifted into sleep.