Tari ran for a Maester just as Lady Lyanna had instructed. She didn't want Ser Jaime to die. He had been kind to her these past few days. He had taught her how to play Cyvasse, how to write numbers and add figures, and how to shoot a crossbow. Had he not taught her how to shoot the crossbow, he might already be dead. It taken all of her courage to come out of hiding and shoot one of the men, but she had done it all the same. All because she didn't want Ser Jaime to die. She still didn't want him to die. Tari pushed her body to run faster.
Arya did what she could to stop the flow of blood while she waited for Tari to return. There was a lot of blood. She had seen more in her line of work but this was still a lot. He wasn't conscious and Arya didn't know why she was crying. He was only a stupid Lannister after all, a Lannister she had planned to kill. Yes, she had asked him to stay but that didn't have to mean she actually needed to care whether he lived or died. I don't care. She told herself again and again as she firmly held the wounds and waited the endless minutes for Tari and the Maester to return.
Her relief at finding he was still breathing when the Maester did arrive was palpable. She found it hard to be patient while herbs were administered and wounds were stitched up. Finally, the maester finished his work and he turned to give Arya his verdict.
"If he lasts the next few days, he will live." The old man pronounced.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Arya was angry. "Why can't you just tell me if he is going to live or not?"
"Because I simply don't know. Sometimes all we can do is wait and see."
Arya wanted to scream. She wasn't a particularly patient person. She didn't feel that she could stand waiting several more days to know the fate of someone she cared about. Because she did care, she just hadn't been sure of it until she'd almost lost him.