A Saint To A Sinner

2.6

Everything in Sihtrics body shut off as he cradled his wife. Trying to get her to open her eyes. His stomach tightened at the thought of her not making it to Dunholm.
"Sihtric!" Finan called as he heard the shouts. Dropping the wood as he came over to see Osferth moving their stuff out of the way. Finan stopped as he saw Y/N being gently placed on the fur.
"Sihtric. What's happened?" Finan approached, trying to look at his wife, but out of anger and fear, Sihtric punched him.
"ENOUGH!" Uhtred shouted, stepping in between the two men. "Sihtric what is wrong with her?" Uhtred asked, watching Osferth move her head to place something underneath it.
"My wife is cursed." Sihtric glared at Uhtred, standing infront of Y/N protectively.
"No, she is not." Uhtred said, helping Finan up.
"I know when a curse has been placed and I know my wife."
"Sihtric. Yu don't know that." Finan tried to move closer to her, but Sihtric prevented it.
"Osferth leave." Osferth jumped up at Sihtrics words, quickly following Uhtred to somewhere.

Finan moved carefully to look at his wife, who was buried beneath the fur.
"It is the same feeling Uhtred has. Skade has been sucking every bit of life out of her." Finan dropped to his knees, gently touching her head, feeling the coldness. "Even killing our child."
"What?!" Finans face changed. It became laced with anger. The more he looked at Y/N, the more his stomach turned.
"I'll kill the bitch." Sihtric shoved him to the floor, getting fed up with the same comment.
"IT. WON'T. WORK!" Sihtric spat. His face became darker and darker, as he tried to think of a plan to save his wife. Finan, on the other hand, became quiet. His feelings were conflicted between her being cursed and whether it was a confidence that she had fallen ill.

That night, Sihtric sat up and watched her. Watching her face change every so often in discontent. Never once falling asleep, out of fear that she wouldn't make it. Finan, on the other hand, sat by the fire, watching Skade closely. Part of him believed it to be true, but the other believed it was the stress and the battles that lost their child. Finan, however, would not say it out loud, knowing Sihtric would not accept that answer. It was easier to blame someone than the situation.
"Will she make it?" Uhtred asked, walking over to see Y/N, knowing they were still a fair distance from Dunholm.
"She will." Sihtric said, looking at Uhtred.
"We ride now." Uhtred stomped on the fire before looking back at Y/N. "We will find a cart along the way."

Sihtric gently woke her up, hoping that she would be somewhat stable. Her eyes winced at the abrupt awakening as she looked at him confused.
"We have to ride." He watched her sit up slowly, waiting to catch her, as he guided her to her horse. Finan lifted her quickly onto the horse, watching her with worried eyes. His hand not leaving her thigh.
"Are yu still in pain?" Finan asked, wishing to take it away from her.
"Here. Drink this." Finan gave her his ale, watching her dark eyes, pale. Her skin had paled like a corpse and her body moved on its own. She lost all control of it. Sihtric noticed the futher they rode, the more she leaned. He was starting to worry, but he trusted Finan who rode beside her, who would gently tap on her to check she was well. Although the further they rode the sicker Y/N and Uhtred became.

Y/N had started to spew blood on herself quietly. She tried to call out but it only came as a grunt or a wine, as though she had lost her voice.
"Should we not stop and rest." Osferth said. "I am tired of my horse's head, his ears in particular."
"We need shelter. There is no shelter hear boy." Finan said with a grumble.
"Lady Y/N. What do you think?" Osferth asked looking at her, noticing the blood on her. Osferth reached over, trying to pull her hood down. His actions alerted Sihtric.
"Oh Lord." Osferth gasped, seeing the blood all down her. When he pulled her hood from her face, her body fell to the floor. Shitric scrambled off of his horse, running towards her.
"Finan? I need a cloth." Finan looked through his bag panicking as Sihtric shouted.
"Lord Uhtred." Uhtred fell from his horse, covered in sick.
"OSFERTH." Sihtric shouted as he wiped the blood from her face, pulling her mouth open so she wouldn't choke.
"Y/N." Sihtric opened her eyes, listening to her grunts. "You need to open your mouth. Do not swallow. Just spit it out." Sihtric panicked when she realised she wasn't going to spit it out. The only think he could think of was to close his hand around her throat to make her choke it up.
"We need to get to Dunholm." Finan's voice broke as he looked at her. "I need two men to go with Osferth to find a cart." Finan knew he had to lead the men to safety, no matter the cost, even if he had to neglect his wife.