Author's Note: I know, it's been ages since I've updated, I'm truly sorry. My muse for each fanfic I wrote/in the process of being written has disappeared. This chapter will be very short and probably not very good quality but it's better than nothing. I'll try and update more regularly but as I said I need a new muse, and not to mention I've been busy (last year of high school). Also, I have no clue where I'm going with this fic. I guess the next chapter will be the end, unless anyone else has any suggestions?

Chapter Four

Hector suppressed a yawn and rubbed his tired eyes. He had spent the entire day seeing to the wounded, making sure soldiers both dead and alive were taken inside the city. He wanted to help notify the families of the dead soldiers, but his colleagues made him go get some rest. But Hector did not feel like resting. He would not go anywhere else but to his brother.

"Hector!" He looked up to see his wife Andromache run into his arms. They shared a long embrace. "I'm so glad you're safe."

"Of course I'm safe love," Hector replied with a smile.

"How is Paris?" Andromache asked.

Hector's smile faded a bit. "I don't know, I haven't been to see him yet. I'm about to though."

Andromache nodded. "I'll come with you."

Together they went to where the wounded were being held. Hector nodded to each conscious soldier and the healers as he passed. He could see his father in the distant corner.

Hector's smile returned as he saw Helen pleading to stay with Paris for a while longer, and his father acquiesced. Just then Priam looked up and saw Hector.

"How is he father?" Hector asked.

Priam smiled. "He will be fine, he just needs to rest for a few days."

Hector sighed in relief and shared a happy look with his wife. Everyone was content at the moment.

It was early morning. Hector sneaked out of his room and made his way down to the infirmary where Paris was resting. He tiptoed in and made his way to his brother.

Helen was no longer there. Hector figured a healer came by during the night and sent her to her room. He sat down next to his brother and smiled at Paris' peaceful form. Hector shuffled around in the chair until he got into something close to a comfortable position. He closed his eyes, and sleep finally came.

TBC, and i'll try to make it as soon as possible.