Royal or Loyal? [A garmau AU] ✔️

Injured [24]

Aphmau came back shortly, she had alcohol, gauzes, bandages and wraps.

"Garroth?! Garroth?!" She called, grabbing his attention.  His shirt was getting soaked in blood by his shoulder.

"I'm here." He wearily said, trying to hide the fact that he was bleeding out.

"I need to get this thing out of you."

"That would be nice."

Aphmau shuffled through all of the supplies that she had brought with her. She tried to keep her composure but she was panicking on the inside.

Garroth was blinking hard, his breathing was getting heavier and sweat beaded on his forehead.  "I'll be fine, Aphmau."

"Stop trying to console me! I'm going to get you out of here."

She added more pressure with a cloth on the wound, making sure that it doesn't bleed more.  Garroth looked at her slowly.  "What kind of arrow is it?"

"Something home made.  I can't tell if it was poisoned or not but something seems to be taking effect on you."

"I-I think the arrow might just have hit an artery in my shoulder."

Aphmau cursed under her breath.  She never got much information on how to care for wounds because she usually never had to get to that point.

"I have to take you to Hyria."

"If anyone sees you-"

"Nobody will."  Her voice was lathered in the cold one that she would normally use.  But it was concerning enough for Garroth to know that she couldn't lose him.

"Aphmau."

She looked at him, quickly trying to blink away the tears.

"I love you."

"Don't give me that-"

"I have fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes after you hit an artery you bleed out.  And you're still on crutches."

"I'll get you there.  I don't need the crutches, I can walk."  Aphmau walked to get on her armor and her weapons.  "I know you have more time, that arrow is still in our shoulder.  If I keep pressure on it you'll be fine.  The arrow is preventing you from bleeding out all the way.  You have time."  She kept reassuring herself and him.

She grabbed Garroth's things, bringing them closer to him.  "Can you stand?"

He nodded, standing up.  Aphmau put his good arm around her shoulder, just above the backpack.  They were holding each other up.

"I'll try to guide you..... Through the forest."  His voice was becoming more weary and weak.  Aphmau I hailed a sharp breath before heading to the forest.

"Hey, Aphmau?"

She looked at him in response.

"I love you."

"You're going to live-"

"I'm not doubting that but I can't tell my girlfriend that I love her?"  He smirked.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed.  "You're almost dying and you still have that stupid smirk on your face."

He chuckled a bit. "I love you."

"I love you too."

And he drowsily guided her through the forest, remembering the way for future reference.

•••

"Garroth stay with me I see the hut, we're almost there."

"I'm........ With you."

"Hyria! Hyria! Please! Garroth needs help!"

"Ro'meave?"  Hyria squinted and rushed over.  She helped Aphmau carry Garroth to her place, before she separated the two, trying to help him.

And she waited in the room for hours.  It seemed to be hours on hours.  She went into on of the rooms with dummies in them and started to train with her sword.

When Hyria came into the room, Aphmau was a mess.  Her face was sticky from all of the tears and her eyes were red.

"He's going to be okay but,"

She sheathed her sword, her attention on Hyria waiting for a response.

"The arrow was unusual."

"I noticed that too.  It's like home made or something."

"I think he was in the wrong place at the right time because I think someone was trying to shoot you with that arrow."

Aphmau gave a confused look before it all pieced together.  She shook her head, politely thanking Hyria for the warning. 

"Is he up?"

She nodded.  "He's asking for you.  But would you like me to check out your leg later?"

Aphmau smiled, nodding in response.

She walked by the room, slowly probing the door, seeing Garroth without his shirt and a long bandage wrapped around his left shoulder.

"Hey."  He smiled.

She rushed over, alms of hopping,  engulfing him into a semi hug, her body language indicating that she was glad and relived.

"Can you move your hand?"

He nodded, opening and closing his hand into a fist.  "How's your leg?"

"Bearable.  I'm more worried about you."

He pecked her cheek.  "I'm fine.  Thank you."

"Anything for you."  She sighed.