Fenris watched as the sun rose up into the air, telling the world that it was the start of a new day. As for Fenris, it was the cue to go see Hawke.

Fenris had not gotten any sleep that night. He had been tossing and turning in his bed all night, with his eyes plastered to the window, waiting for any signs of morning. Within those long hours of the night, Fenris's thoughts were on one person alone. Hawke.

Stepping quickly out of bed, Fenris marched down the steps and to the front door, not having to get ready since he had not bothered changing the night before.

He stepped out into the cold morning air and started walking at a slightly faster pace than usual. The streets were mostly empty, seeing as it was still early. The few shop keepers that were out gave Fenris no attention as they set up their shops for the day.

The world seemed worry free but within Fenris his thoughts were all but worry free.

'What if that abomination has not found out what is wrong with Hawke? What if he did find out and there is no cure? What if Hawke ends up like those crazy people we fought last night? What if…? What if..?' Thoughts ran through Fenris's head as he walked. He stopped and shook his head.

'I have to face this like a man. Hawke needs me right now and I need to help and thinking about what could happen will not help.'

Fenris sighed and stared to walk in the direction of the clinic, trying hard to erase any thoughts of Hawke he had. Easier said than done.

Fenris heart beat increased rapidly as he approached the door to Anders's clinic. He placed his sweaty palm on the door handle, trying desperately to keep his breathing level. He clenched his eyes shut as he peeled open the door. He took one last deep breath before opening his eyes and walking into the clinic.

"Fenris, you're here early, not that I'm surprised." Anders said, muttering that last part under his breath.

"Maker's breathe Fenris!" Anders exclaimed after getting a good look at Fenris's face, "You look like you got into a fight with a dragon! Did you get any sleep last night?"

"How is she?" Fenris asked, ignoring Anders entirely. He looked around trying to find Hawke, but she must have been behind one of the curtains.

Anders sighed deeply and stared down at his feet.

"I don't know." Anders whispered, his voice sounding small and weak.

Fenris swallowed as the worry began to cloud his mind again.

"What do you mean you do not know?"

"Her condition is stable for now, but has worsened from last night. I examined the blood that I collected from her last night and found that there is a great amount of the poison in her bloodstream. I tried using my magic on the sample but it rejected it. I gave some potions but they didn't seem to do anything. I don't know what to do." Anders sighed in defeat.

Fenris stood there, not knowing how to respond. His mind kept replaying what Anders said over and over again. He tried to swallow but found that he couldn't. His heart was going crazy within his chest and his fists were clenched at his sides. He felt himself starting to glow and became angrier with each passing second. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

'This is Hawke we are talking about, she has to be okay.'

Fenris slowly felt the angry leaving his body as it was replaced with sorrow, worry, and regret. Fenris looked at Anders with his green gems and saw that Anders was looking back with a sad expression.

"Where is she?" Fenris whispered so softly that it caught Anders by surprise. He was used to the Fenris that would rip out your heart if you made him mad, but now Fenris looked broken, lost, and unsure of himself. Anders felt himself feel sorry for Fenris, another thing he was not used to.

"Follow me." Anders gestured for Fenris to follow him. Fenris follow like a lost pup looking for his owner.

Anders led him to the back corner of the clinic and drew back the curtain, exposing Hawke.

Fenris rushed over to her side and told her hand in his, with some much care and tenderness that Anders had to look away.

Fenris softly stroked Hawke's hand as he examined her. Her dirty hair was plastered to her face by sweat. Her lips were bright red and parted. Her eyes were shut tightly and she almost looked like she was sleeping, but then Fenris looked closer.

She had huge black bags underneath her eyes and you could see her veins sticking out on her forehead and neck. She was pale, so very pale and much too skinny. Fenris noticed that Hawke's hand was nothing but bone and freezing. He reached the hand that was not holding hers and felt her forehead, only to quickly jerk his hand back seeing as she was way too hot, so hot that he had burnt himself on her head. It was nothing like a normal fever.

She looked like a corpse.

"She hasn't woken up since you brought her back," Anders said.

Fenris nodded slowly and looked up at Anders.

"Why isn't she crazy, like the people we fought?"

"Ah yes, Varric told me that the people you fought had gone mad because of the poison. I don't exactly know why that hasn't happened to Hawke, it could be that she inhaled so much of it or it could simply be taking a longer time to turn her crazy. So it is possible that it will still happen to her, if we can't find a cure."

Anders words made Fenris's heart to skip a beat and caused him to shiver. He glanced at Hawke again, this women that he loved so much, it hurt him to see her in such a way and the thought of losing her…

'No,' thought Fenris, 'I will not lose her, I will not allow it.'

Fenris tore his gaze from Hawke's lifeless body and looked at Anders.

"Then how do we cure her?"

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