A/N: Another chapter! I'm on a roll. Tomorrows my last day and then HOLIDAY BREAK YESSSSSSS! Chapters a filler, but i assure next chapter is going to be longer and action packed(a bit) Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Jon's POV

"Sierre I forgot to remind you, you need take the milk poppy-" I said as I walked into the room.

She had gotten up from the bed and was now swaying from side to side. You could clearly tell something was very wrong. I ran to her the moment she began to tip to the side. Just as she was about to hit the ground, I caught her. She went limp in my arms.

"Jon Snow..." she mumbled before completely blacking out. I positioned her bridal style in my arms, lifting her up and placing her back on the bed.

"I tried telling her to stay in bed but she wouldn't listen."

I turned around to find my plump friend standing on the other side of the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brought her supper," he replied pointing at the empty bowl "Grenn was busy so I volunteered to do it."

"Why'd she get out of bed?"

"Something about needing to see you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, she seemed really insistent too." I looked at her, what does she want with me?

"You can go, I'll watch her."

"Are you sure, Lord Commander might need you for something."

"I just finished for tonight, he said I'm free for the rest of the night, before coming in here."

"Who is she even?"

"Some girl from Absalom sent by the King to aid Maester Aemon with healing. Apparently she's good."

"Alliser hit her quite hard."

"Yeah, too hard. Man's out of control."

"Well, I'm going back down. Want me to bring you supper?"

"No, thanks I already had mine."

Sam nodded. Taking one last look at the girl, he left the room.

Wonder what she wanted, I thought as I pulled an armchair closer to the bed. This nights' going to be a long one.

Third-Person POV

"God damn it, where are those herbs when I need them." Sierre's head hurt even worse.

What happened? Oh yeah, I tried getting out of bed and that didn't go so well for me

She opened her eyes slowly, letting her eyes adjust the light. She was laying back in bed, covered in furs. The fire had died down, only quiet crackles could be heard. Sierre looked around the room, the curtains had been pulled back, revealing the first rays of morning. On the end of her bed lay her bag, with a paper on top. Next to her bed sat Jon.

His head was slumped on one side of the arm hair, hair hanging over his face. Arms crossed over his chest, his legs were up on the edge of her bed. He looked peaceful and happy, a small grin on his face. Probably dreaming of something happy. She must've been staring for a while because he began to stir. She held her breath.

He shifted a bit, and back to sleep he went. She reached carefully across the bed, grabbing her bag and the paper. It was a note from Maester Aemon:

Sierre, I have gotten your bag back from Alliser, who seemed reluctant to give it back. Make sure you don't push yourself, take the medicine. Do take care and visit me when you feel better, we have lots to do.

Folding the note, she placed it on the bedside table. Sierre opened her bag and began checking that all her belongings were in order. It seemed fine. She grabbed the vial with herbs to help with the healing process and put a couple drops in her mouth. Closing the bag, she looked back at Jon.

I'll go get him breakfast, she thought.

She slowly pulled the covers off her legs and hung her legs on the side of the bed.

Take it slowly this time, Sierre, no more blackouts from now own.

Placing her feet on the cold floor, she slowly pushed herself off the bed. She began shiver. Looking down, she noticed the clothes she was wearing weren't hers. Taking a quick scan of the room she saw them hung on the bed; black, tight-fitting pants, a cream-colored sweater, and brown boots that went up half-way her calf. Not very woman-like clothing, but this is what she was used too, and dresses would attract too much attention in a place like this. Changing into her clothing, Sierre noticed she felt better after taking the herb extract. Pulling on her boots, she grabbed a blanket that was on her bed and wrapped herself with it. Taking one last look at the peaceful looking Jon Snow, she left the room, taking careful, slow steps.

After what seemed like hours of wandering, Sierre finally found the kitchen. It was empty except for Sam.

"What are you doing here? You should be in bed resting! I thought Jon was watching you!"

"He fell asleep, I came down here to grab him some breakfast. You know, like a small "thank you" gesture for what he has done for me."

"Well… alright, but still get back to bed. You need to heal."

"I'm perfectly fine, there's just a small wound left now. It'll heal quickly, and I needed to get out of the room for bit. The place was starting to drive me crazy."

"Here. For you and Jon." Sam held two plates filled with food in front of her.

"Thanks, what are you doing up so early?" Sierre took the plates from his hands.

"Wanted to get a head start and I like the silence in the mornings, before everyone gets up."

Sierre smiled at him. "Thanks again. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah…" He turned away, lost in thought.

Sierre slowly made her way back to Jon's room. All that walking around the building, she had an idea where most of the rooms were. She entered the room quietly. Placing one plate on the bed side table, next to the note, she walked up to where Jon was sleeping.

"Jon, wake up." She shook him slightly.

"Arya…hum" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, they widened the moment he saw Sierre standing over him.

"What are you doing out of bed?!" He said loudly, his voice still sleepy.

"I got you breakfast." She pushed the plate into his hands.

"Thanks… but you should get back to bed."

"Look, I feel fine. I'm okay. You people need to stop worrying about me so much. I am a healer so I know when things look bad or good, I can tell the difference. Anyhow, I needed to move around, my legs felt like wooden planks." She huffed out.

Turning towards her breakfast, she began to eat slowly. Watching carefully, Jon followed her movements. They ate in silence. He wanted to ask what she wanted from him before, but decide against it.

"I need to get some air." Sierre said after finishing her breakfast.

"It's still dark outside, we can go out later."

"No, I really need to breathe some fresh air."

Jon nodded. Placing his dirty plate on top of hers, he made his way to the door, Sierre trailing behind him.

A/N: Sierre's not liking all this attention she's getting. Tsk. Tsk. Leave a review telling me how you're liking the story!