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As Gendry was placed in the ambulance and rushed off, Arya felt desolate. She felt alone and empty, she felt cold even in the warm arms of her father. In her fight to get to a bleeding Gendry, Ned Stark, stepping out the Baratheon home, gently picked her up and held her in his arms until she could no longer fight, but break down and cry.
Gendry was rushed into surgery, and so was Pod. Arya slept as she waited for Gendry and Pod; she needed to be ready for them when they arrived. The families were given a private room, where both boys would be placed after surgery. There, they slept their troubles away.
Despite being in one of the safest places in the city, Robert had taken even more precautions; his relationship with Stannis and Jamie allowed him to find suitable men to guard his family, and the doctors in surgery.
Cersei, the usual bright and bubbly woman she was, had fallen into despair. She cried until she fell asleep in her husband's warm arms, large and protective embrace. Robert stroked his wife's long golden hair. She lay in his arms, asleep, looking peaceful and innocent, and it reminded him of the day he married her.
Joff and Sansa had been watching over Tommen and Myrcella has Cersei had wept. Sometimes a wife needed her husband, and her children needed someone else. Robb, Theon and Jon sat angrily at the edge of the room, quietly discussing several ways to disembowel Ramsay. Their parents would not permit it, but for now, a little talk would be comforting to their angry minds.
Catelyn sat by her husband and the rest of her children, as Bran and Rickon had slept by her side. She loved her children, and could not bear to think about what would happen if any of her kids were attacked like Gendry and Pod were. She had to be strong when her children could not.
Arya stirred in her sleep. Her long hair was no longer in a nice little bun, but messy and tangled in her fight. Ned had asked for a bed, specifically for her, and watcher her sleep in the little cot, like when she was a baby, innocent of the world's horrors.
Arya murmured in her sleep; and for that, they never knew if she was asleep or awake. However, she opened her little grey eyes and looked for her father, whose arms had wrapped themselves around her. She felt safe in her father's arms, and she could hear her father softly whispering, "I'm sorry Arya...I'm sorry."
She clung to her father as during their embrace, and everything felt a little better.
"I want guards surrounding this floor," demanded Tyrion. His sister and her children would not come to anymore harm. Not under his watch.
"Nothing is to be brought to them from the hospital kitchens; all food is to be made by my personal chef then tasted. I will not risk such nonsense." he commanded again. This floor was under strict watch by the most powerful families in Westereos. But even then, he wasn't sure he they were safe.
Sometimes the most secure places forget the simplest things.
Ramsay cackled at the memory of Gendry's blood pouring out; it was such a beautiful sight, the red rushing out, poisoning everything that it touched. A little like me, he thought wistfully, and then proceeded to get back to work.
While the rest of the world was distracted by poor little Gendry and that servant boy, Ramsay had already begun the next phase of his plan. It rhymed with chitchat. And it would be his favourite part in this whole scheme.