He does not know where he is and how long he's been lying in the snow, but he does feel a sense of relief when a figure finally comes running towards his bleeding form.

"Gods above, you're badly hurt!" says the person, a young woman from what he can gather as she kneels down beside his form.

"What happen to you?" asks the woman as she began to assess his wounds.

"War," he manages to say, already half-delirious as he leans forward to grasp the woman by the shoulder.

The woman is startled but doesn't recoil away from his touch.

"Hurry and heal me, woman." He demands, squinting his eyes to try to see the woman's face, but it is hard. His eyesight seems to have diminish after he has used his sharingan countless times during the Fourth Shinobi War. He can only see the outline of the woman who kneels beside him and nothing more.

"I can't. I do not know how to heal such severe wounds, Ser, but I will call for someone who does, just hang on there for a little while." The woman says, trying to move away from his grasp, but Madara doesn't let her go.

"No," He says as his grip on her shoulders tightens. "Do no leave me here to die, woman."

"I'm not going to leave you to die here, Ser, I only want to call for help so that they can bring you to the Maester's tower. For I can't carry you on my own, Ser." is the woman's response.

"Then, you must hurry." Madara says, finally releasing the woman. "I fear that I won't last long in this cold."

"I will hurry, Ser," assures the woman, "And here. So you won't get terribly cold while you wait."

Madara then feels being covered by a thick fur cloak, and he feels grateful for it. He, however, does not express his thoughts on the matter.

"Hurry up and go," He tells the woman instead.

"I will be back sooner than you may think," says the woman before she runs away, leaving Madara to lean back against the white tree with the fluttering red leaves.

After a while, he closes his eyes and soon loses consciousness.

Author's Notes: just another idea