Who: Aramis and Athos What: Hospital times When: Just after the Solomon Crown plot Where: A French hospital Warnings: I'll let you know
He'd shot his own lover. It hadn't been intentional, but in the heat of the moment he swung around to shoot at an enemy when bang, Athos got in the way. The round had gone straight through Athos' shoulder and in his dreams Aramis kept reliving the moment over and over again, waking up in near tears. His lover had been asleep all day since he'd gotten out of surgery, but Aramis refused to leave his side. Instead he remained in the hospital chair, long body curled into it, a pillow in his arms. Aramis watched over Athos, feeling the need to protect him.
The gun had been a stupid idea and he should have known something like this would happen. Musketeers were swordsmen. Guns were only used as a last resort if their life was at stake. Yet he'd thought having a gun would aid them in battle. The guns of the 21st century were different than the ones in his time and he'd misused it.
Sighing softly he studied his sleeping lover, glad the man at least looked peaceful.