Disclaimer: I do not own anything
This was not meant to be an offensive fic, there's a difference between something like Future!Sansa and having a character be chronic, I have a chronic health issue, and I thought of Sansa, and this happened.
Margaery watched the girl diagonal from her toss back pills like they were nothing. Even on the busy train, she didn't spill her water, she just shifted her bag to let other people pass through the tight car, putting the messenger bag on the seat next to her. The reusable bottle of water was sealed once more, and the girl slipped the pill bottle without a label into her bag.
She was well dressed, her hair was in a complicated plait, surely she wasn't doing drugs or something equally ridiculous on public transport-expensive, but public transport nonetheless. The older woman next to Margaery had no problems asking the beautiful, redhead who had popped the pills.
"Young lady-are you doing drugs? Because if you are I will report you to the police!" The pretty girl merely let out a small sigh, and replied,
"I have a chronic illness. I have to take those pills to stay alive."
The older woman looked flustered, and Margaery noted was she out a the next stop- the redhead merely pulled out a laptop from her bag, and worked intently for a few minutes. She stopped, looked at her wrist as if irritated, and pulled out a different bottle and her water again.
"What are you taking?" Margaery asked as the girl took a sip of water. She looked at Margaery and popped the pill and swallowed.
"Blood thinner." She answered, unconcerned.
"What do you have?" The rude question slipped out, past Margaery's lips and to the girl's ears.
"It doesn't matter, it's rare." The girl replied, in a matter of fact tone.
"What's your name?" Margaery asked, the girl was really cute, actually-blue eyes, the Tyrell noticed as she moved a few seats closer.
"Sansa. My name is Sansa." The girl told her.
"I'm Margaery." She introduced herself. The girl returned to typing on her laptop.
"That's a pretty name. It sounds like you're from the Reach." The girl noted. Margaery nodded.
"I am." She noticed the medical bracelet on the girl's wrist.
"Look, I'm sure this would be a fascinating conversation where you talk about your boyfriend and I nod sympathetically, but I'm tired and I am in pain and painkillers do not work on me. Please let me close my eyes and sleep. I'm stop fifty eight, and should be awake and better by then." Sansa told her, and Margaery paused.
"Wait-before you fall asleep, what made you think I was straight?"
Sansa paused, her hands frozen at their positions on her bag.
"You aren't?" Surprise colored her tone.
"No, I'm bi." Margaery informed her.
"Oh. I am too." Sansa said, before moving the messenger bag behind her head and closing her eyes.
Margaery texted Loras, who was only mildly annoyed about being woken up, with the news of an attractive girl. His sister usually chased after the objects of her affections, and once the spark was gone, so was she.
He wondered how long it would last this time, but didn't mention it.
