Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
This is a companion piece to Tooth, Claw, and Salt, focusing on the Starks left behind at Winterfell. It won't make much sense without reading that as well.
Sansa was woken by a frantic hand on her arm and a rough shake.
"Sansa! Wake up!"
She opened her eyes and peered at the girl beside her. "Sara?"
"There's something wrong with Jon! You need to fetch the Maester for him!"
Sansa peered about the room. "What?"
"Fetch the Maester for Jon! Now!"
"Not you?"
"No!"
Sansa climbed from her bed and tottered through the halls to Mama's chambers instead, tugging on her furs. "Mama?"
She rolled over and looked down at her. "Oh, Sansa, what is it?"
"Sara says Jon sick."
Then Mama was awake, sitting up in the bed and looking down at her. "What kind of sick?"