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Chapter 5
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December 22, 2013
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The roads of King's Landing were a blur in the window. Street lights sailed by like candles in a dark river. Bodies oscillated along the sidewalk in a dim jumble of color. Sansa was sinking into quicksand. She was dizzy. And hurt … hurt …
Gods, her head hurt.
Everything hurt.
Why did everything have to hurt?
Her face throbbed. Barely able to open her eyes, she glanced down at her arm. She was bleeding all over Sandor's truck.
"... filthy cock-sucking son of a whore." Fed up with shouting obscenities at surrounding traffic, he slammed his hand into the steering wheel and bellowed in a terrifying snarl. "Move!"
The car in front of him pulled forward, and Sandor craned his neck around. "Fuck this." At the nearest cross street, he sharply spun the steering wheel. The huge truck barreled through the intersection. They turned hard, tires squealing, and sped down the street.
"You still with me, little bird?" Sandor's voice sounded far away. An ever expanding field of black ringing the edge of her vision, Sansa's head bobbed and swayed with the movement of the truck as they weaved in and out of traffic. His eyes darting between her and the road, he reached over. Blinking sluggishly, she felt his hand at her head.
"Shit," he hissed under his breath. "Alright. Hang on."
He hit the gas, and the engine roared.
Sansa didn't feel a thing.