D’Artagnan groaned as he came back to consciousness. Everywhere hurt and it was taking him all of his energy just to stay awake but he was determined not to go back to sleep. He had been out for far too long and now all he wanted to do was stay awake and talk to his brothers about what had happened over the last week. He was sick of being out of commission.
Speaking of brothers, he thought, where were they? He tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his side stopped him. He looked around in the dim candle light but it was obvious that he was alone in the room. He began to panic. He didn’t want to be alone. He was alone when he had been attacked. His attackers could come back and there’d be no-one there to help him. His breath started coming in short bursts as he felt the panic attack take hold.
The air between the Musketeers had remained tense the entire walk home. Athos was pointedly ignoring Aramis and Porthos was stuck in the middle wondering what else was going on. He could tell that there was something deeper to their argument but he did not know what so they walked back in a stony silence.
As Athos opened the door all thoughts of Aramis disappeared when he saw d’Artagnan lying on the bed unable to breathe. All three men rushed over to his side.
“D’Artagnan, are you all right?” Athos asked but d’Artagnan couldn’t answer him. “It’s all right,” he said as he help his friend sit up slightly and held him as Aramis checked him over.
“D’Artagnan, look at me, you need to breathe.”
“Ca… ca… can’t,” he gasped.
“Yes you can, now listen to me.”
With Aramis’ help d’Artagnan managed to slow his breathing and eventually he managed to calm down. Athos held him up the entire time and he eventually felt the younger man begin to fall asleep in his arms. Once he was sure that d’Artagnan wouldn’t wake up he gently rested him back down onto the pillow and turned to Aramis.
“This isn’t over,” he told Aramis in a low voice. “You have to tell him what you did. He has to know the truth and that it was not even his fault in the first place.”
“When he is feeling better.”
“When he wakes up.”
“He is very gravely injured, telling him now might make things worse.”
“He needs to know.”
“Look, Athos,” Porthos interjected, “I know you’re mad right now but don’tcha think Aramis is right? It could do more harm than good to d’Artagnan tellin’ ‘im when he’s this sick.”
“All right,” Athos sighed in agreement. “But he has to know.”
“And I will tell him when the time is right. I promise.”
Athos ran his hand through his hair. He was extremely angry with Aramis. He could usually forgive his friend anything, in fact he had in regards to Aramis’ liaison with the Queen, but Aramis’ indiscretion had led to d’Artagnan being hurt badly. This was going to take a while for Athos to forgive his friend.
“Stay away from him until you are ready to speak with him,” Athos told Aramis coldly. “You can tend to his injury but otherwise stay away.”
“As you wish,” Aramis replied dejectedly. “I will find somewhere else to stay until d’Artagnan is ready to move,” he said as he headed to the door. He exited and Porthos followed.
“I’ll keep ‘im right,” he said and Athos nodded.
“Thank you,” he replied, grateful that Porthos was there to keep the peace. He was angry with Aramis but he did not want any harm to come to his friend. At least with Pothos with him he would have some sort of protection should things turn bad.
Athos felt guilty for how he was treating his brother but he felt that there was no other way to show how much he disapproved of what Aramis had done. He felt that Aramis had to know that there would be consequences to his actions. He just hoped that d’Artagnan wold be able to forgive Aramis for his indiscretion.
He sat next to the bed for hours without moving until d’Artagnan stirred again. He leaned over and touched the younger man’s hand, squeezing it gently as he woke up.
“’Thos,” d’Artagnan gave him a weak smile. “You were gone. I was alone and scared,” his voice was quiet, Athos could barely make out the words. He returned the smile.
“We had some business to attend to but don’t worry, we won’t leave you again.”
“Thought they would come back. Don’t want to hurt anymore.”
“They won’t be coming back. We made sure that they wouldn’t hurt you again. They know they attacked the wrong man, it was all a big mistake. You are not to blame for any of this.”
“Why did they do this?” D’Artagnan asked, his voice shaking slightly as his eyes filled with tears.
“They mistook you for another man. He had relations with the leader’s wife and they decided that the best way to get revenge was to beat the man responsible. They knew he was a Musketeer and when they saw you they assumed it was you.”
“Who was it?”
“It doesn’t matter right now.”
“I want to know.”
“And you will in time but you need to rest now. You need to regain your strength before you do anything,” Athos felt even worse lying to d’Artagnan but he had promised Aramis that they would wait until the younger man was stronger before they told him the truth.
“Where’s ‘Mis and Porthos?” D’Artagnan dropped the subject, much to Athos’ relief and asked where his other friends were.
“They are getting some rest,” Athos lied. He didn’t know where they had gone once he had sent Aramis away. “You’ve kept us all up a lot recently.”
“Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Don’t be, mon frère, we would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you get better it is no hardship.”
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Re: Gen- d'Artagnan gets the absolute hell beaten out of him (Extreme violence) P5
Date: 2015-05-14 06:25 pm (UTC)Speaking of brothers, he thought, where were they? He tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his side stopped him. He looked around in the dim candle light but it was obvious that he was alone in the room. He began to panic. He didn’t want to be alone. He was alone when he had been attacked. His attackers could come back and there’d be no-one there to help him. His breath started coming in short bursts as he felt the panic attack take hold.
The air between the Musketeers had remained tense the entire walk home. Athos was pointedly ignoring Aramis and Porthos was stuck in the middle wondering what else was going on. He could tell that there was something deeper to their argument but he did not know what so they walked back in a stony silence.
As Athos opened the door all thoughts of Aramis disappeared when he saw d’Artagnan lying on the bed unable to breathe. All three men rushed over to his side.
“D’Artagnan, are you all right?” Athos asked but d’Artagnan couldn’t answer him. “It’s all right,” he said as he help his friend sit up slightly and held him as Aramis checked him over.
“D’Artagnan, look at me, you need to breathe.”
“Ca… ca… can’t,” he gasped.
“Yes you can, now listen to me.”
With Aramis’ help d’Artagnan managed to slow his breathing and eventually he managed to calm down. Athos held him up the entire time and he eventually felt the younger man begin to fall asleep in his arms. Once he was sure that d’Artagnan wouldn’t wake up he gently rested him back down onto the pillow and turned to Aramis.
“This isn’t over,” he told Aramis in a low voice. “You have to tell him what you did. He has to know the truth and that it was not even his fault in the first place.”
“When he is feeling better.”
“When he wakes up.”
“He is very gravely injured, telling him now might make things worse.”
“He needs to know.”
“Look, Athos,” Porthos interjected, “I know you’re mad right now but don’tcha think Aramis is right? It could do more harm than good to d’Artagnan tellin’ ‘im when he’s this sick.”
“All right,” Athos sighed in agreement. “But he has to know.”
“And I will tell him when the time is right. I promise.”
Athos ran his hand through his hair. He was extremely angry with Aramis. He could usually forgive his friend anything, in fact he had in regards to Aramis’ liaison with the Queen, but Aramis’ indiscretion had led to d’Artagnan being hurt badly. This was going to take a while for Athos to forgive his friend.
“Stay away from him until you are ready to speak with him,” Athos told Aramis coldly. “You can tend to his injury but otherwise stay away.”
“As you wish,” Aramis replied dejectedly. “I will find somewhere else to stay until d’Artagnan is ready to move,” he said as he headed to the door. He exited and Porthos followed.
“I’ll keep ‘im right,” he said and Athos nodded.
“Thank you,” he replied, grateful that Porthos was there to keep the peace. He was angry with Aramis but he did not want any harm to come to his friend. At least with Pothos with him he would have some sort of protection should things turn bad.
Athos felt guilty for how he was treating his brother but he felt that there was no other way to show how much he disapproved of what Aramis had done. He felt that Aramis had to know that there would be consequences to his actions. He just hoped that d’Artagnan wold be able to forgive Aramis for his indiscretion.
He sat next to the bed for hours without moving until d’Artagnan stirred again. He leaned over and touched the younger man’s hand, squeezing it gently as he woke up.
“’Thos,” d’Artagnan gave him a weak smile. “You were gone. I was alone and scared,” his voice was quiet, Athos could barely make out the words. He returned the smile.
“We had some business to attend to but don’t worry, we won’t leave you again.”
“Thought they would come back. Don’t want to hurt anymore.”
“They won’t be coming back. We made sure that they wouldn’t hurt you again. They know they attacked the wrong man, it was all a big mistake. You are not to blame for any of this.”
“Why did they do this?” D’Artagnan asked, his voice shaking slightly as his eyes filled with tears.
“They mistook you for another man. He had relations with the leader’s wife and they decided that the best way to get revenge was to beat the man responsible. They knew he was a Musketeer and when they saw you they assumed it was you.”
“Who was it?”
“It doesn’t matter right now.”
“I want to know.”
“And you will in time but you need to rest now. You need to regain your strength before you do anything,” Athos felt even worse lying to d’Artagnan but he had promised Aramis that they would wait until the younger man was stronger before they told him the truth.
“Where’s ‘Mis and Porthos?” D’Artagnan dropped the subject, much to Athos’ relief and asked where his other friends were.
“They are getting some rest,” Athos lied. He didn’t know where they had gone once he had sent Aramis away. “You’ve kept us all up a lot recently.”
“Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Don’t be, mon frère, we would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you get better it is no hardship.”
“Will you stay? All of you?”
“We will stay until you no longer need us.”
“Then never leave.”