Proper English (Pat/Fen, Bill)
Pat's not sure how it happens - one minute she's taking aim at a partridge, the next she's laid out flat on the ground, looking up at Bill's concerned face.
"There you are, old thing. You had us worried."
"My gun must've misfired," she starts, but Bill cuts her off.
"Shhh, don't talk. I'll get you back to the house and Fen can look after you."
She's about to protest, but Bill sweeps her up like a child, and it's all much too awkward to do anything but let herself be carried home.
And Fen is going to kill her.
*
"It's nothing to worry about," she tells Fen, bracing herself for a reproach. She feels awkward and annoyed with herself, and her head feels all fuggy, and if there's a big fuss it will turn into a headache. All she wants to do is rest.
But Fen is surprisedly, uncharacteristically, quiet. She helps Pat sit up in bed, hands her some tablets and water to wash them down, and then pulls the blankets up over them both. "I'm not worried," she says at last, kissing Pat's forehead. "But after you've healed, you and I are going after that bird."