She Shot Me!
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Summary: Jon cannot believe that Ygritte shot him…..Three times!
A/N: Although this is not my first ever fanfic it is my first one for this fandom, so I hope you like it and don't run it down too much if you take the time to review it. It is only a small story but I hope you like it.
She had shot him!
Jon slumped forward onto the neck of the horse as it carried him back towards the wall and home disbelief colouring his pain filled mind as the motion of the horse beneath him jolted the wounds on his back and leg where Ygritte's arrows had pierced his flesh.
He still could not believe it; she had shot him three times as he had turned his back on her to ride away back to Castle Black. The first had hit him as he had turned, the arrow slamming into his shoulder and throwing him to his knees onto the cold hard ground, the air knocked from his lungs as he had landed and for a few seconds it had been stunned him that the woman he loved had shot him.
The look of hurt in her eyes when he has spoken his words to her, of his love for her and hers for him had torn at his heart but he knew he had to go home, the vow he had made to the black watch was too strong for him to break.
She had to have known in her own heart what he was and what he could not be despite the love both had shared with each other and although he wanted with all his heart for nothing more than to be able to remain with her, she had to have realised that they could never be.
Pain once more flared through Jon's tired body and mind and it was the pain of the mind that pained him the most, he had foolishly thought that she would hold back and not go with her feelings of betrayal and although part of his mind could understand why she had done what she had done, a small part of him, the subconscious part of his mind could not process the disbelief that she had actually shot him.
Jon remembered as the shock had worn off slightly, his instinct for survival and his training taking over as he had forced his body to stand and he had staggered to the horse he had stolen when he had fled which had fortunately not been spooked when he had fallen injured to the ground beside it.
Grasping the creatures mane as he hauled himself painfully up onto its back, a small part of him had almost expected another arrow to hit him in the back there and then but when one had not he had thought perhaps that was it, until the second one flew true from her bow and cleaved itself within the flesh of his thigh.
He remembered his cry of pain and shock as he had grasped his leg, his fingers clenching around the arrow shaft as he had kicked the horse into action, desperate now even more so to get away and as he ridden away he had cried out again as another arrow thudded into his back.
Despite the previous arrows that had hit his body and were still embedded into his flesh, still one thought continued to go through his mind, a disbelieving thought.
She had shot him!