***Narrator****
Dreama's fingers continues to move through the fur on his head as the sounds of the battle that surrounded them died down. Her fingers then moved down his shoulders and the warm sticky feel of his blood shocked her back to reality, she moved back some and looked up at his face. "Tristan?"
Tristan looked into her eyes, in his eyes there was pain in them along with relief. He smiled softly while looking into her eyes, "Yes my dearest Dreama?" Dreama could see the pain in his eyes and etched in his face when she had touched his shoulder, she stepped back to get a full view of him to make sure he wasn't injured else where. " Your shoulder is injured we need to get you treated and home." Tristan chucked softly then groaned at the feel of his shoulder moving with the chuckle. "You are right my dear wife. Come let's ride home and you can force me to stay where you want me for a few days." Dreama nodded and walked with him to his horse.
While they were walking back towards his horse, there were still men fighting and at one point Triston had to push Dreama behind him to fight a man who was wanting to take Dreama from him. She felt his horse come up behind her and rub his nose on her back. She winced seeing Triston fighting knowing his shoulder was going to be even worse now he had to move his sword. One of his men came to help him but Triston insisted that he take care of Dreama, consindering the man he was fighting was the leader of the raiders.
***Dreama***
I just couldn't take my eyes away from Triston who continued to fight, and ordered his men to get me to safety. I felt one of the grab my arm and start to pull me away towards where the rest of the men were while Triston fought the leader of the men who kidnapped me. I wanted to go stay close to Triston but his men insisted that I go with him, and that he would ensure one of the men stayed close to help Triston to me. I reluctantly follow the man Triston ordered to take me to safety. I can't believe that this is happening, my worry was growing for my husband he was losing blood the more he moved that shoulder. As we got farther away I looked over my shoulder at my beloved when I saw him fall to his knees and the bandit's leader still standing and moving in to hurt him. I scream and quickly grab the sword from the man guiding me away and run towards Triston and that beast.
***Triston***
I heard Dreama's scream when I fell to my knees, but there wasn't much I could do to respond to her. My shoulder was killing me from the exertion I had put on it fighting the bastard who took Dreama from me. I knew I was getting weak from the blood lost from my shoulder and a new wound on my thigh, I just hoped my men would get her out of here before this man kills me.
I didn't feel the sting of his blade but as I fought to look through the black spots before my eyes I saw one of my men pushing the raiders leader back and that was when I felt her touch on my face forcing me to look at her. When I saw Dreama's worried face I knew everything would be alright. I heard her whispered words of comfort and then felt the pressure she was putting on my thigh, closing my eyes I passed out.
***Dreama***
When I saw Triston pass out from the pain and blood loss I knew I had to get him somewhere where we can get his wounds tended and have him resting comfortably. The fighting was over the raiders were either dead or gone, I looked at Triston's men. " Find cloth for binding his wounds and a wagon to take him home in, and in the wagon put blankets and everything you can to pad it to make it as comfortable as possible." She looked at their captian of the guard, Devlin. "Give me your knife, he has an arrow head still in his shoulder and we need it removed because the more he moves with it in there the more damage is caused and more bleeding." Once Devlin handed her the blade, she moved and gently cut the shirt away from the wound after they had gotten his armour off and he was laying on some of the blankets in the wagon, she moved in as gently as she could and began to get the arrowhead out of his shoulder. She looked down at his face after she started moving the knife to get the arrowhead out, she saw his face wincing as he moved some though his eyes stayed closed.
***Narrator***
Once they got back to the manner, Dreama called for the healer and the healer came quickly to her and Triston's chambers to treat his injuries, Dreama was never too far from Triston. The farthest she would go was to get out of her bloody clothing and wash from being in that camp, after that she was right by his side until he woke up a couple days later. She was worried about him since he didn't wake until two days later, it must of been the blood loss and the fighting after he was injured that exhausted him.
