I limped to the infirmary, leaning on Caspian. Every single step hurt, and I winced. Oliver trotted behind us. It took us awhile, but eventually we made it to the infirmary. The nurse, Mrs. Créachta, told me to sit. I did as I was told and she took a look at my leg. It looked awful. Dried blood was around the edges of the wound. Pus was welling up. Mrs. Créachta dressed it and then bandaged it up and told me to stay in the infirmary. Not the first place I'd want to be when a battle is going on and people were dying just out the window. Oliver was sitting in my lap and Caspian was right next to me. "Are you sure your okay?" Caspian asked for, like, the hundredth time. "Yes," I answered, again. He said nothing more, and neither did I. I had a lot on my mind. What is going on out there? Did the killers retreat? Are Sky and Storm okay? That kind of stuff. We said nothing for awhile, but then Caspian finally spoke. "Is that Skylar?" he said. I turned to where he was looking and saw Storm coming through the door, carrying Sky in his arms.