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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 8, 2009 17:27:44 GMT 1
Marian could feel his grip loosen a little on her, but not a lot. Looking up, she saw his eyes closed and couldn't help but smile. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, she lay back onto him, her head against his chest. Soon, the sound of his heart beat and the movement of his chest as he breathed lulled her to sleep, her eyes closing and soon she too was fast asleep along with Robin.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 11:08:17 GMT 1
No more than an hour later, Robin's sleep became restless. He had never been a deep sleeper, and never remained in the same position for long, becoming a messy tangle of limbs during the course of the night.
Since his return from the Holy Land, his sleep was plagued with strange dreams. Images, whether abstract or clear and full of meaning, haunted him.
As it was, to wake confused from a dream filled with men who wanted nothing more than to end his life, and feeling the weight of another body atop his, Robin reacted purely on instinct. Throwing his weight sideways to throw the enemy off, rising to his knees and reaching for his sword, almost in the same movement.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 11:18:38 GMT 1
Marian was tired enough that though she was in a deep sleep, she wasn't that alert. She hadn't noticed the movement Robin had made, their bodies getting would around each other.
She did however, wake up when she found herself being thrown to the side of the forest, pain ripping through her as she banged her hip against a raised root from the tree. Ignoring the pain though, she turned to face Robin, seeing him up on his knees, sword out.
"Robin?" she asked quickly, pushing herself on her hands and knees, clasping her side but not showing that she was in pain.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 11:32:30 GMT 1
On his knees with his chest heaving, Robin cast his eyes about, taking in his surroundings. A forest. He was in a forest. And there was Marian, on hands and knees, breathing heavily, hand at her side.
Keeping his sword raised, Robin narrowed his eyes in confusion. Only moments ago he had been fighting a Saracen under the hot sun, and now...
As awareness came flooding suddenly back so did the realisation that he had once again been dreaming. Dropping his sword, he moved to Marian's side in concern.
"Marian, did I, are you..." He could not seem to get the question to form properly. What must she think of him now?
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 11:56:19 GMT 1
Marian swallowed a little, bringing her hand away from her side, a little bit of blood covering her palm. Putting her hand back to her side, she kept her eyes away from Robin, not wanting to say that due to whatever had happened, he'd hurt her. It wasn't his fault.
"I'm fine. Are you alright?"
Of course she was more concerned over Robin, she always was. Something had happened to make him jump like that, react in such a way. And she was scared to find out exactly what it was, despite the pain ripping through her.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 12:03:58 GMT 1
Robin let out a breath shakily. She was asking him if he was fine? He looked at her bewildered.
"How I am hardly matters, Marian. I might have hurt you. Are you well?"
When she refused to meet his gaze, Robin reached out and grabbed her hand from her side, his other hand allowing his sword to drop to the ground beside him. Upon taking her hand, he felt the damp, sticky sensation of blood against his own skin and looked back to her face in shock.
"Marian, I have hurt you. Let me see!" Reaching out with his hand he could only hold it above her side, not making contact, when he saw the rip in her dress and the wound in her side bleeding anew.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 12:29:06 GMT 1
"I'm fine Robin, probably just a scratch."
Of course, she knew that it was more than that. The pain was more than a scratch. Looking down at the rip in her dress, she soon realised why there was so much pain. The stitching from her stab wound had loosened, the bump clearly ripping some of the stitching and causing the would to open slightly.
"Don't..I'm fine," she said as he started to check her wound.
She didn't like this, seeming weak in front of him.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 13:15:52 GMT 1
Robin shook his head, angry.
"You are not fine, Marian. Do not try and placate me. I have hurt you."
Looking more closely at the wound, Robin frowned. "The stitches have torn. They will have to be mended."
He almost laughed when he said that. It sounded like Much talking about a hole in his shirt that needed repairing. Looking worried, he gingerly placed his fingers against the skin above the wound.
"And what if there is more damage, inside?"
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 13:31:15 GMT 1
"You did not hurt me, Robin. And I'm sure the stitches can be fixed easily."
She glanced back down at the opened wound, putting her hand against it slightly, just under Robin's hand. Hissing in a breath, she pulled her hand away.
"I don't think there is a lot of damage done, most of the wound seems to have healed. Just where the stitching has ripped appears to be the only problem."
She glanced up at him, noticing the worried look in his face, and she wished she hadn't made it obvious she was hurt, she could have fixed this easily herself later.
"Robin, it's nothing. I'm fine, I just need to stitch up the wound again."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 13:41:49 GMT 1
Robin angrily smacked the palm of his hand against the trunk of the tree.
"Marian stop it. You are not fine! I could have, Marian I could have..." Robin trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Removing his hand at her hiss of pain caused by her own touch, Robin looked at her uncertainly. "Let me help you, Marian."
He knew how strong willed she could be, but he would not let her try and soothe him with gentle words. His weakness had caused her pain.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 14:23:32 GMT 1
"You wouldn't have done anything, Robin."
Marian pushed herself up, using the tree to help her stand up. She would not be weak, she had to get use to injuries if she was going to be with Robin all of the time. She kept her hand at her side, covering the wound and feeling the blood against her hands. It wasn't pleasant, but she'd deal with it.
"I just need a needle, I can sort this."
She was use to dealing with her own wounds, she often had to do so herself when she was injured during anything she done as the Night Watchman. She could handle the pain.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 14:39:39 GMT 1
Robin just shook his head. "You don't know that, Marian. That was a foolish idea, on my part." As he said the words it occurred to him that he referred to more than just sleeping so close to her.
Robin stared at her in disbelief as she stood. How could she possibly pretend this was not his fault? And what on earth was she thinking, not accepting his help?
"Marian, do not be so stubborn. Let me help you."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 14:51:35 GMT 1
"There was nothing foolish, Robin."
Marian knew she was being stubborn, but she knew she could do this herself. She didn't want to have to rely on him completely, she didn't like relying on men to help her. She knew she could take care of herself, but she also knew Robin wouldn't allow her to continuely dismiss him. So she might as well give up.
"Do you think you can stitch it? There isn't much, just enough to close the wound up."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 9, 2009 15:02:39 GMT 1
Robin laughed, bitterly. "Nothing foolish, Marian? You do not know the half of it. I have done much that is foolish."
Robin looked at her, doubtful. "Do you trust me to do that for you, Marian?"
He held out a hand, silently asking her to pass him what would be required. He then gestured at her dress with a vague nod of his head in it's direction.
"I suppose you'd have to...lose the dress?" He winced in anticipation of her response.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 9, 2009 15:10:01 GMT 1
"Of course I trust you Robin. I trust you with my life, I always have," she reassured him, passing him the needle and thread needed for stitching her up.
Marian's eyes went straight at him, going wide at his suggestion. Of course, she realised it would be easier, but it wasn't proper. Loosening her dress in front of him, it wasn't meant to be done.
"Robin, can it not be done with my dress kept on?"
She already knew the answer, that it would be hard to do so, but she still needed to hear it from him.
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