Jon
i blessed the gods for the blackness i felt nothing there no pain or fear just calm, the pounding of mens feet against snow was the only sound i could hear it felt like years before we reached winterfell but i knew the moment we arrived, orders were given and a sense of warmth and home rushed over me as i was carried through a door and into the main hall of winterfell.
"it alright jon i'll take good care of you just breath. remember that and you'll survive anything" Maester Luwin calming voice was the reassurance i needed, my breathing was laboured at best so i focused on that instead of the pain that was slowing making itself known to me once more. Another voice began to join his then i was surprised Lady Stark bothered to come down at all perhaps to save face she didn't care about me the only thing she would get out of it would be to see my mangled form and even death if she was so lucky.
" Is he alive? can he hear you or understand us Maester?"
"i'm not sure, the man said there was so much blood it covered most of the ground surrounding jon and the wolves, i haven't."
"wolves?"
"oh yes the boy who brought me down was spinning a tale of wolves guarding jon i don't fully believe it but? Lord stark will tell us the full story when all is well once more for now i must inspect his wounds or wounds." sigh
"i was going to wait for his Lord but their bleeding once more"
" Don't wait do what's necessary to save his life i'll stand out of the way but ill wait till Ned's here no one should be alone"
"very well boy micka right? yes yes go get some strong men from the yard no more than three."
" why do you need men his a boy"
"let me be my lady i can't explain every action i do, but rest assured they are necessary" he began to inspect me then slowly moving this arm and that making sure they were no wounds on the surface nothing was truly painful until he reached my stomach one quick tap and i screamed out in pain until i begin to choke on my own air.
"i i i "
"oh gods Master!"
"i known i'm sorry jon it alright alright lift your head" i did as i was told until it became worse i was losing more and more air my breathing was almost gone when my father voice yelled for a new action
"Drop his head and move, you punted his lung when you touched his rib get a needle and axes now"
" They don't feel broken"
" they are Jon told me"
"alright here left me take over" i was relieved as the needle left me and air seeped out i could breath once more laboured and with much pain but i known longer felt death grasp upon my chest
"I'm here jon, you'll be ok, can you open your eyes son or talk?"
" Yes" *cough* "father it hur, it hurts"
" i know will make it better ,drink this and when you wake all will be well" i hungrily took the dream potion in hope the blackness would return, my wish came quick as blackness took me and all that remained was my father's reassuring promise that i would wake once more to a better place.