A/N: Hey guys here is the next chapter. I'm going to be away for a few days so no updates until Tuesday I'm afraid so I thought I would treat you with two chapters today. As I said previously, it is going to be Gendry's POV and how he got in the snow so this the day before Arya finds him. I should probably of done it the other way around but oh well, its written now! I just thought i would let you know that I don't think this chapter is very good so I do apologise if it is going slow. Enjoy, if you can.
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After being flicked with food, Gendry returned to his chamber in Mikken's forge. He washed the broth, which was now more of a slime, from his hair and splashed his face with water. It was cool in the heat of the forge. It was obvious Arya was still annoyed at him for she had ignored him when he'd tried to speak to her. That made him feel worse because he really was sorry for what he had done. It was stupid, and he vowed to the seven that he would never get that drunk again...at least not in her presence. He wanted to make up with her but he didn't have the stomach for it, she would end up at shouting and he would cower under her wrath. He wasn't in the mood for being gawked at today either, so he decided that a walk would be a nice way to gather his thoughts. He didn't take anything with him, as he wasn't going to be out for long.
He left Mikken's forge and went into the forest, through the main gate. A heavy snow began to fall. As he walked, the great, hulking trees loomed above him. Small rabbits and foxes ran through the undergrowth and a wolf howled in the distance, which put Gendry on edge slightly. A quiet rustling followed Gendry which he wasn't alert enough to hear. Soon enough he came across the Godswood. It hadn't lost its beauty since the first time he had seen it. However, Gendry felt like he shouldn't be there, like he was intruding on something private. This was Arya's special place and she had chosen to share it with him, was it ok of him to come here on his own? He didn't know and he couldn't ponder it any longer as something big and heavy came across the back of his head. Everything went black and Gendry hit the ground with a thump.
Black. Black was the colour of darkness and that was all Gendry could see. His head ached and he was cold, extremely cold. He felt like he didn't have the energy to open his eyelids, or perhaps he physically couldn't, he wasn't sure. He tried to get up but achieved nothing more than a slight movement in his arm. All the while he shivered. Am I dying? He wandered to himself. It would be so much easier for me to rest here a while, he thought. To give up and let the darkness claim me. So that's what he did, slipping into unconsciousness. His mind raced with the dream of a wolf with grey eyes. Gendry laid there, unconscious, until a voice in his ear woke him. It sounded distant, like he was being called from far away. He couldn't open his eyes, he didn't want to. He was in too much pain and the prospect of dying here relatively peacefully was much more appealing than being woken and having to face reality. However, something about that voice triggered something in his head. A faint light shone through his eyelids, driving the darkness away. Blearily, he eyes opened his head spun. His senses heightened suddenly and everything felt 10 times worse. The cold was worse and his head ached as if his skull was being pushed through his skin. He looked up to see a pair of grey, wolf eyes looking down at him, they were very familiar and had an urgent look to them. His lips trembled as he tried to talk ""ss-s-s-so c-cold..." The voice said something again but he had already slipped back into the darkness.
Gendry felt the sensation of being dragged but he didn't care. Let them take me, he thought. I'm dead anyway. Occasionally, he thought he heard a voice but he couldn't understand what they were saying. His senses were bleary and all Gendry wanted to do was rest. He felt himself being raised up and carried somewhere, and after what felt like an eternity, being slipped into something a lot warmer. Something sticky and sweet trickled down his throat. It reminded him of the honey his mother used to make him swallow when he had a sore throat. Slowly, Gendry succumbed to the warmth and drifted off into a deep and very long sleep. What he didn't know was that wolf with the grey eyes stayed with him.
A/N: so that's that. No more updates till Tuesday but I will post multiple chapters when I come back, fingers crossed :) Hope you enjoyed and feel free to review.