Sansa groaned as she opened her eyes. It was too bright. She closed them again.
"Sansa?"
"Mhm? Sam?"
Sam smiled when she finally opened her eyes. He took her patient notes and wrote something in it.
"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"
She shook her head.
"That would be the morphine working. You have two cracked ribs so I'd advise you not to move. But you'll probably feel the pain soon once the morphine has worn off. Oh, I've also called Jon. Gilly's over at yours to take care of Arya and Bran."
"Thanks, Sam."
Sam smiled. "Oh, the man who saved your life wishes to see you. I've told him that it's family only but-"
"I don't mind. I'd like to thank him in person. I guess?"
"If you are sure that you're ready. I can tell him to leave but he was quite persistent."
"No, it's rather good to do it now. I'll probably be grumpy later once the pain relief wears off. It's fine, Sam. Thanks."
Sam nodded and slipped her notes down the container at the end of her bed before leaving the room.
She had noticed that it was a private room and she knew that she and Jon couldn't afford this. Was it Ygritte? Robert?
She heard the door open and she turned to see Tyrion walking in with her silver purse.
"You forgot this in my car. I just wanted to know how you were. I'm so sorry, tonight wasn't meant to turn out this way."
Sansa frowned. "Can you leave? Thanks but no thanks."
Tyrion nodded, placing her purse on top of her covered legs before heading back towards the door.
He stopped and glanced back.
"I've put something in your purse. It's nothing harmful. But I hope that you find peace after what happened tonight."
He left and she grabbed her purse and checked its contents. There was an envelope full of £20 notes and a letter.
'I apologise for hurting your feelings. Take this money as you've helped me in more ways than you would ever think. There's £5000, enjoy it and spend it as you wish. Also, do not worry about your private room. I ensured that you got the best treatment possible for your recovery. Goodbye, Tyrion Lannister.'
She gasped as she counted the money. There was £5000 in there.
She resisted the urge to call him back and apologise for her bitchiness and return the money. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve the private treatment either. She would have got it anyway as the hospital that her brother and his friend worked was indeed a private one but Jon would have made sure that she was comfortable and would have spared no costs even if it put him in debt.
He was caring like that. Just like Tyrion was.
The door opened and she smiled once she realised that her new visitor was her brother.
How badly she needed one of his special bear hugs right now.
But he wasn't smiling. His eyes looked tired, his face was unshaven and his long jet black hair in an array.
Had she really ignored her brother's health all day? She'd left early in the morning for her university lectures so that she could catch up and she'd return home for a shower to head back out.
"Jon..."
Jon took a sharp intake of breath as he pinched his nose and closed his eyes.
"What the hell, Sansa?"
"Jon..."
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What happened?"
And suddenly, he was at her side, brushing his fingers over her cuts and bruises as she winced.
"I... I was out with a couple of girl pals... I didn't remember to look left and right before I crossed the road. I was stupid."
"Did you drink?" He asked.
"No."
"Then, why didn't you look before you crossed?"
Sansa sighed, turning away. "I got into an argument and wanted to leave before I did anything rash. We've made up now, my friend and I, she actually brought me here and gave me my purse. I'm so sorry for scaring the shit out of you."
Jon gently coaxed her face so that she could look at him. He could see the dishonesty behind her eyes.
"Tell me the truth, Sansa. Who were you really hanging out with? Was it Ygritte? If it is, I can deal with her for you, whatever it takes to stop her from bothering you."
"No... It really was-"
"You and I both know how much of a bad liar you are. Even Arya could lie better than you when she was only two years old. She warned me yesterday that you would do something you'd regret and that when you tell me, I shouldn't hate you. Today, you might have gone to do this something. What was it?"
Tears sprung to Sansa's eyes. She gently swatted his hand away from her cheek and gripped tightly onto the bed covers.
"Promise me that you won't get mad?"
"Sansa, I can't promise anything. Not right now. Not whilst we're trying to pick up the pieces for Arya and tending to Bran's recovery... Just tell me..."
She couldn't hold it in. It all came out.
"I was with a guy... My intentions were to sleep with him for money but we ended up talking and I kissed him and he told me to leave then, we had an argument leading to me leaving and-"
Jon took a sharp intake of breath before he stood up. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before shrugging.
There were no words.
"Jon, I'm so sorry. I was stupid and after what happened with you and Arya nearly drowning. The prospect of it just being me and Bran... I had to find a way to pay for everything that we are facing right now. I could put down a deposit for a house for us or rent one out. I could get a car for myself again."
"Maybe you should stay with your friends for a while."
Her face fell. "What? I'm sorry but what? Are you kicking me out?"
"You're not the good influence Arya and Bran need right now. Sort yourself out."
"But Arya's birthday is next week, can I come home for that?"
"I think you should stay away from her. Focus on yourself because I won't give you another chance to fix your mistakes."
He left without another word.
She began to shake. Then, the tears came. They were uncontrollable and unstoppable.
She fucked up.
Sansa heard the door open and she looked up to see Daenerys nervously entering.
Dany closed the door behind her and gave her a tissue before heading to the bottom of the bed to retrieve the notes.
"Two cracked ribs, eh?" She asked Sansa. "It's not that bad. I've had worse... I'm not actually your doctor, I've got my own patients to think about but I'm here if you need anything and I'm sure that Dr Tarly is too-"
"Jon kicked me out."
Dany was surprised.
The girl who had always called her a witch and many other profanities had confided in her, willingly.
"Sansa... I-I don't know what to say-"
"Can you talk to him for me? I know that you owe me nothing and I've been nothing but a complete bitch to you but... he'll listen to you. Or even Sam. He won't even let me see Arya and Bran."
Dany sighed and sat down on the bed by Sansa's legs.
"Jon's stubborn. If that's one thing I know about him ever since meeting him, it's that he's stubborn. When he has his mind set on something, that's the end of it. No discussion. You don't have to tell me but what did you do for him to do this?"
Sansa's lips wavered. "I... Look, don't bother. I'll get out of here and sort everything out."
"Sansa... I know you don't like me but I can help you."
The ginger-haired woman scoffed, rolling her eyes as she turned around and folded her arms.
"Help me?" Sansa asked. "Why would you help me?"
"Because I see something in you that I was. You're broken."
"Broken?"
"Did you properly grieve? For those deaths, did you give yourself the time of day to sit down and contemplate what happened?"
Sansa shook her head.
"You're grieving, Sansa. You're hurt, confused and broken. You would do anything to take your siblings' pains away but you forget about your own."
"How do you...? How did you know?"
Dany gave her a small smile. "When I lost my dad, I was so hurt and angry at the world. I was only thirteen, mind you, but I had so many dark thoughts that I nearly drove myself insane. I didn't grieve, I lashed out but then I had a guardian angel who set me back on the right path. Without him, I wouldn't be here today, working as a doctor."
"Who was he?"
Daenerys' eyes widened. "Fuck! He was a patient of ours a while back. I knew I recognised him but he'd completely slipped my mind! Jorah Mormont. He was such a wonderful man back then... He found my Uncle Egg and my brother and I went to live with him before he got ill. We never saw Jorah again... But he did give us amazing advice and convinced me to work hard for what I wanted."
"I thought that I could make our lives better again. Make things easier for Jon. Now, I have no home to go back to when I get out of here."
"I've got a spare bedroom. Come and stay with me. Maybe, I'll let you know a few of my secrets that you can hold on me."
Sansa gave her a small smile before sitting up to hug her.
"Thank you. I know I don't deserve any of this but-"
"Hey, it's fine. This could be the beginning of an amazing friendship."
Sansa began to wince and sat back, breathing a sigh of relief.
"And that's the morphine wearing off. I'll get your doctor."
After Dany went to get a doctor, Sansa took the envelope and flicked through the money.
It didn't feel worth it anymore.
...
As soon as Jon stepped through the door, Arya pounced on him like a cat.
"How is she? Can we go and see her?"
"No, it's late. She's all right. She won't be discharged until next week but it's nothing serious, okay? She doesn't want you guys to see her like this."
Bran mumbled to himself making his older siblings turn to look at him. He glanced up and opened his mouth to speak.
"The car... It killed... I saw... Sansa?"
"No!" Jon said, rushing over to bring him to his chest for a hug. "Sansa's not dead."
"I know. The car... killed Robb."
"That was last year, Bran..." Arya told him quietly as she sat down on his other side. "Are you getting bad memories from that? From Robb and Talisa's deaths?"
Bran nodded. "Sansa... dead too."
"She could have died but she didn't. You'll see her soon." Arya smiled, hugging him. "We'll both give her flowers and her favourite chocolates and we'll be a family again. No more deaths."
Jon nodded. "No more deaths. I promise that."
"How... can you?" Bran asked them. "Every... body dies... every day. We can't... stop it. No more hurt..."
"I'm proud of you, Bran," Jon said. "You're doing really well with your words. Soon, we'll have you back to your normal self."
"Can't... walk. Ever."
Jon sighed. "We'll speak with your physiotherapist about that but for now, you're becoming stronger every day. Might even get you some hard equations to try out to get your brain working. Or even some historical novels. You love those."
"How do you always see the bright side of bad things?" Arya asked Jon.
"I just block out the bad things until all the bright things have squashed them down. I have to. If I don't, you guys won't have a brother that you can rely on to look after you."
"And what about Sansa?"
"Don't contact her for now. She will come home when she's recovered and ready. She needs time to herself."
Arya frowned. She knew that there was more to this. She was going to find out if it was the last thing she'd do.