Larger chapter out the next day! We're on a roll! (and in case you didn't know, this is a collaboration between JERSIIIfied and LiviLottie-cuz we're just cool that way)

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Jersey

Obviously, her friend wasn't even thinking properly.

After Olivia carefully (as carefully as she could with her hands forcefully trembling) placed the aged patient onto their nearby couch, the brunette ran to her confusedly angered best friend. Hearing Olivia anxiously explain her heroic antics to her slightly exasperated friend, Jersey managed to convince her panicked roommate into agreeing that 'Yes, it is not normal to take dying men to inexperienced, fumbling college students'. Just because she was Asian didn't mean she was a doctor. God.

And so, Olivia -unsteady and panicked as she was- drove the old man to the hospital, while Jersey (with her dark locks a tangled mess from the numerous amounts of times she ran her hands through her hair in unease) sat beside him in the backseat, trying fruitlessly at an attempt at stopping the bleeding, and hopefully preventing him from unnecessarily losing his life. Olivia was going to get an earful (just as she was, for acting so uncaring. But it wasn't her fault, she reasoned. She was simply too tired to care) after they ensured the old man was safe and stable at the nearest hospital; confused as she was, it was foolish of her to take the man to the house, instead of the painfully obvious choice: the hospital, where trained medical professionals were paid large amounts of money annually, in the hopes that they would save people's lives. They were getting paid for it; she wasn't. Obviously it was the better choice.

Driving hastily through the (thankfully) empty roads –god knows what Olivia's super rich parents would do if their precious, dear darling daughter got into a car accident- they managed to reach the hospital in record time. Fortunately, as they were cautiously moving the old man (they really needed to think up a better name for him), a nearby medic-person managed to spot them, and immediately called for a stretcher. Unfortunately, the already snappy Jersey just became even more moody, as everything seemed to be a blur after that, and all she could remember was the man getting taken to the emergency room for… something that hopefully saved him.

Collapsing into a hard, plastically uncomfortable chair, Jersey sighed, running her hand through her black hair (a few shades darker than Olivia's own brown/reddish hair), a nervous habit she had never seemed to be able to get rid of. Meanwhile, Olivia paced frantically, concerned for a random man she obviously had never met before. The girl was practically a saint. If this was Jersey, she would probably just be asleep right now, and hope that by the morning, the man was either alive and healthy, and a hundred miles away from here, or that it was all just one terribly realistic dream. Of course, that obviously wasn't going to happen, as the probing gaze of the police officer asking questions seemed terribly real.

At least I wasn't the one that had to answer all the questions. And that was the last coherent thought that entered Jersey's mind, before she promptly fell asleep.

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It seemed like mere minutes, before Jersey was roughly shaken awake by a smiling Olivia. "Hurry! He's awake now! We can go visit!" was all she managed to catch before her friend was rushing off, down the corridor towards the (alive-from what she'd observed) old man's room. Walking at a more leisurely pace, it took a while before she finally managed to find the man's room, which was a feat in itself since she was the worst person you could tell directions to, and she'd never been this far into a hospital before. You therefore, when she got there, she'd only managed to see the man grab Olivia's arm just as she was about to leave.

"You showed me kindness, and this shall bring its own reward" he stated, his voice rough but smooth -a testament to his age- while his eyes remained their same, steely grey, wise beyond even his years.

And then Olivia was walking out the room -before Jersey was given a chance to check on the man herself- looking utterly befuddled. She just continued to walk, seemingly in a daze, her slight flinch from when Jersey placed a comforting hand on her arm the only form of acknowledgement. She looked… confused.

"Hey, are we going home now?" Jersey asked curiously, seeing as it was approximately 3am in the morning, and she was feeling less than enticed to sleep in the uncomfortable plastic chairs provided by the hospital, seeing that she didn't want to wake up with a funky back.

"Yeah… but we're going back tomorrow, just to make sure he's really alright." Olivia said sternly (now shaken from her stupor), knowing Jersey would be less than enthused to waste her time visiting a man she barely knew.

"So, what was his wound from?" Jersey inquired, yawning loudly and sounding less than curious. But this seemed to interest her friend, as Olivia perked up, her interest in the whole scenario peeking through.

"You know, it was the weirdest thing! The doctors said it was from a knife wound, but it looked too large!" she wondered, seeming at awe. "It had to be from a sword! I've seen to many medieval shows to not know that!"

"Yeah…" Jersey muttered under her breath. "Unless he crawled, bleeding and all, all the way from Japan."

Thankfully, Olivia didn't hear her. The girl could get pretty fierce herself, unless she was too tired. "Well, let's go home then!"

Giving a pained groan of agreement, Jersey trudged behind her perfectly composed friend, practically dragging her feet behind her. Ohh gosh, this week just couldn't get any worst.

However, she was proven wrong, for when they went to visit him the next day, he was gone.

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Jersey recalled a certain conversation.

Perhaps she was simply imagining it all, for she was already half asleep by the time they were in the car. But she vaguely remembered asking if Olivia had managed to get his name. And she did: Luwin. No last name.

Why… why did that name seem so familiar?

"I knew you were trouble when you walked in; shame on me now"

-Taylor Swift, I Knew You Were Trouble.

Olivia

After searching tirelessly for weeks for the old man, the pair eventually gave up. Though Olivia couldn't find it in her to forget the events which had taken place, there was something strange about him; there was something that compelled her to help him.

It was months later when Olivia was woken by smoke rising through the cracks in her door. Her bedroom was clouded with a seemingly never ending fog of smoke. She gasped for breath as she threw herself up right. She could see the orange glimmer as the fire raged outside her bedroom; unadulterated fear crept into her bones as she launched herself at the door. Jersey. She had to find Jersey and get out the house. She pushed open the door and covered her nose and mouth with her jumper. The young woman ran, putting her converse on as she stepped out on to the rubble of the place she'd once called home. The building was quickly coming down around them, and the wailing of the smoke detectors didn't exactly calm her. All of a sudden there was a loud moan as the wooden beams that held the house gave way; Olivia was powerless against the inevitable. The beam fell on top of her, trapping her within a fiery grave. Slowly drifting out of consciousness, she closed her pale lids.

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When she woke she was quickly made aware of the cold air surrounding her, her arms blossoming with goosebumps as she shivered. She opened one moss green eye to be welcomed with the sight of a shimmering lake. Her sedate calmness didn't last long as groaning radiated from around the clearing.

"Ahhhhhhhh" She heard a moan. Olivia saw Jersey nearby, clutching her head. "Liv, What the fuck did you do to me, man?!"

"Jersey?! Oh, Thank God! I thought you were dead!" Olivia leapt forward and wrapped her arms around her friend.

"Where the hell are we?" Jersey asked, still clutching her head in pain. But Olivia had already diverted her attention. She'd began walking towards a tree that strangely had a smile carved into it.

"This looks familiar… I just can't place it." Olivia told her, frowning.

"Its fricking creepy… That's what it is."

"No Jers—"

"What is your business here, stranger?" A male's voice boomed out across the forest.

Both girls turned quickly at the sound, their mouth dropped at the sight that greeted them.

"No fucking way…" Olivia whispered

"He seems familiar" Jersey muttered, frustrated as she couldn't seem to place the young man's sharp, memorable face. Another man stepped up to stand behind the one that had shouted at them. "Is that—No. It can't be…"

Stood before them were Jon Snow and Robb Stark. Jersey let out the highest pitched squeal Olivia had ever heard, as she stood shaking with excitement. Her eyes seemed to roll into her skull as she fainted; the last thing she saw was Robb Stark's boots clambering towards her.