A/N: Another chapter! Yay! This one a bit longer. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for Sierre.
Chapter 2
Jon couldn't help but smile slightly. The girl was right.
"That's one way of putting it but you mustn't be so mean. He is a man with many responsibilities and troubles, you can't blame him for being a little over the edge. Oh dear! Your wound has begun to bleed again, I'll go fetch some supplies to ease the pain. We will need to apply fresh bandages"
Sierre had just begun to feel something warm on the right side of her head, throbbing pain followed.
"Jon could you start removing the bandages while I go for the supplies please?"
"Of course Maester. I can fetch Sam to help you Maester?"
"Thank you for your concern but I am quite good on my own"
Maester Aemon turned around and slowly walked out the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Sierre looked up at the man named Jon. He was standing in the far left corner of the room, rummaging it a cupboard. When he finally found what he was looking for, he came up to the bed with clean bandages and cloths in his hands. She looked away when he noticed her staring.
"May I." he asked gesturing towards the wound on her head.
She nodded, looking into his eyes for a second and then turning them towards the fire. It entranced her.
She soon felt careful and gentle fingers touch the bandages. They slowly untied the cloth, careful to not touch the wound and gradually unwrapped the bandage. She felt warm blood trickle down the right side of her face and a tremendous amount of pain. But Sierre kept silent, I need some herbs , they'd deal with the pain. I do have some in my bag, but I don't know where it could be. For all I now they would've taken it.
Jon grabbed a small towel, wiped the blood and placed it underneath the wound so the blood would not drip.
Sierre felt herself blush. Jon being on the left side on the bed, was leaning across the bed over Sierre. He could feel her small breathes on his neck. This was the closest he had ever gotten to a woman. He quickly moved back to his original position.
"Here hold that there. It will keep the blood from dripping."
"Thank you, how bad does it look?"
"It will take some time to heal, but it is a lot better than it was before."
Sierre never noticed how interesting the man's eyes were. They were grey, but black was bordering the outside. She felt herself drawn to those eyes. She wanted to learn more about this mysterious man. Like they always said "The eyes are the window to the soul..."
Jon opened his mouth to say something but his words are off by the entry of Maester Aemon.
"I've brought some Milk of Poppy for the pain. I suggest you take a few drops every hour as needed."
"I can't thank you enough for all the help you've given me Maester Aemon."
"My dear, when you're back on your feet, I'll be the one telling you that."
"I came here with a bag. It is with my belongings. Do you know where it is?" She placed a few drops in her mouth.
"Well when Allister knocked you down, he took the bag with him. I'll talk to him tonight and get it back."
All of sudden there were loud booming steps in the hallway, nearing the door and then it swung open to show a chubby man:
"Maester Aemon! Sorry for interrupting but Lord Commander needs your help right this instance!" His face was red and sweaty from running and his breathing was uneven and hoarse.
"Yes, just a moment Samwell, Snow take this and apply it to the wound to disinfect it and then add the balm on top generously."
Aemon shoved the items into Jon's hands, and walked out as fast as his old legs could take him.
Still holding the towel to her head, Sierre turned towards Jon.
"Why did the man, Allister, hit me?" The pain was fading away slowly.
"He is a bitter man, who hates women and is one to do crazy thing to protect the Wall. You can never control a man like him. When I saw him hit you, I knew he had gone too far."
"Oh… How long has it been since?"
"Just two days. Now let's clean the wound. This may sting a bit."
As Jon applied the disinfectant Sierre let out a hiss. She dropped the towel and turned her head away.
"Fu...frick. I hate that part."
Sierre swore she saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
"Now I'm going to apply the balm."
"I know, I am a healer, you know."
"Turn your head." Jon said as her gently took her chin in his fingers and turned her face so he could apply the balm. Never has a man been so gentle, Sierre thought. She quickly pushed away the other thoughts that followed.
After what seemed like hours, Sierre's wound was cleaned, re-wrapped and she already felt very drowsy. The fires crackling filled the silence, it relaxed her.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything."
"You say thank you too much. Rest, someone will bring you supper later on." He left her alone with the crackling fire.
Sierre closed her eyes. The pain had faded. The balm had helped. Jon Snow. Snow. So he's a bastard, but whose son? He seemed like a considerably nice man. He was gentle, he even offered his bed. Wait, where is sleeping then. Shoot now I own him even more. Soon she fell into a heavy slumber.
"Excuse me…. Wake up." Someone was shaking her slightly.
The chubby boy from before was standing over her, one hand holding a steaming bowl, the other on her shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Sam, friend of Jon's. He sent me up here to give you supper." He held the bowl in front of her.
"Thanks, I'm Sierra." She took the plate gratefully. She began to eagerly eat the stew, not caring how she looked.
"It may not be what you're used to, but it's all we've got here at Castle Black."
She smiled at him, her cheeks full of stew. She looked like a Chipmunk.
"Didn't think you were that hungry..."
"Is weally goofd" She said with her mouth full. Sam smiled at her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for her to finish.
When she was done eating, she handed back the bowl to Sam. She began pushing the covers off her legs:
"Where are you going?"
"I need to see Jon." She pushed herself off the bed. Warm feet, hitting the cold floor.
"You really shouldn't be…"
"I'm fine."
Sadly, she was exactly the opposite. Her vision was immediately filled with black dots and her head was filled with excruciating pain once more. She heard the door open, a familiar black, lean figure came running towards her as her world began to spin. She felt herself sway.
"I need to see…"
Darkness, again.
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