Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials

Chapter 35 of my Game of Thrones story, the dark times continue I'm afraid.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 35

Jamie couldn't help himself; he had a strange nagging feeling, almost overwhelming, of concern.

'Meera's strong, she can handle herself.' He told himself, trying to reassure himself. 'But...urgh, this feeling won't go away...'

He didn't know what it was, why he was feeling this way. There was just a coiled tension in the pit of his stomach and the unexplained feeling that he should try and find Meera, that something was wrong, really wrong.

He groaned. 'Urgh, c'mon, I don't wanna seem clingy or...overprotective or anything like that. Like I don't think she can handle herself...But...'

He shook his head, trying to focus. He felt like he was being paranoid, those texts from Ramsay, the threats, that's likely what was causing this; but still, he couldn't shake it.

'Fuck, this is...' He thought to himself before making up his mind.

He picked up his phone and called Meera's number; waiting. However this only increased his worries, as the phone rang, and rang, and rang...until it went to voicemail, there was no answer.

'This is definitely not like Meera, what...' His thoughts raced. 'Urgh, fuck it, I'll just have to take the chance, I can't, I can't just sit here...'

He made up his mind; he was going out to look for her. Quickly pulling on his shoes and jacket he left the house. His mind racing with so many implications; he just hoped none of them were true. That Meera had just missed his call and would phone back soon.

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case; for no phone call came. He paused, worriedly; trying to figure out what way Meera could have gone home.

'There's so many ways she could take, which...' He wondered. 'Wait, she mentioned the park near here...cutting right through it is a short cut, wouldn't take her as long to get home.'

He had nothing to lose, no other ideas, so he began hurrying that way. For some inexplicable reason, the cold feeling of dread in his stomach was building, and building with ever step he took. As he came out the other side of the park he paused, uncertain.

Up ahead of him, the most direct route Meera could have taken, was an alleyway. Biting his lip he wondered; Meera wasn't the sort of girl who courted danger, she wouldn't have simply walked into the alleyway, especially so late.

But that didn't mean she couldn't be there; if something had happened, this would've been the most likely place.

'After all, it's where that sort of lowlife would hide and drag her in...urgh, get a grip Jamie, don't make rash judgements...' He told himself.

But he soon found he was somewhat near to the mark. He froze in horror, shortly after carefully entering the alleyway. His fear nearly exploded and he felt like was about to collapse, for he found Meera.

She was naked, unconscious and then he saw the blood and whitish fluid, the bruises, and the full horror finally hit him. She had been raped.

"Gods, Meera!" He cried.

He knelt down next to her, even more scared when she did not respond.

'Oh Gods know, please don't let her be...' His panicked thoughts were briefly calmed.

For when he checked her she was breathing. But the fact she was unresponsive, the state he found her, for her to be so pale. It wasn't right. He shook his head, pulling out his phone, his body simply responding, his mind not engaged.

He called the emergency services and soon heard the woman replying, asking what service he required.

"I need an ambulance, quickly...I found my girlfriend, she's been attacked, she's unconscious and, and..."

The woman replied professionally. "Okay sir, we need to know the address..."

"We're..." Jamie began before trying to calm himself. "There isn't an exact address; we're in an alleyway on the North side of Baelor's Park."

"Alright, we'll send someone out at once, keep an eye out for them, guide them to the exact location."

Jamie replied and soon hung up, his focus returning completely to Meera. His panic for her; his fears. He didn't leave her side until he heard the sirens and had to run to the mouth of the alleyway to flag them down and direct them.

Jamie could only wait frantically in the hospital corridor while the doctors worked on Meera.

'Shit, fuck...Gods, shit this is...' He thought in dismay. 'How could this have happened; dammit and I nearly...'

His mind was going so fast, it was all he could do to even think coherently, even if his thoughts were frantic.
"Jamie?"

He turned, startled to see Marina there.

"Marina, what are you…?" He began before gasping.

Marina looked terrible, she was pale and had clearly been crying, a lot, quite recently, there were still tear tracks on her face. But what truly shocked Jamie, was there was blood on her clothes.

"Marina…?"

She shuddered before bursting out. "Lancel, Lancel is, he...Joffrey stabbed him."

"What?"

Marina shook her head, trying to calm herself as she told Jamie the whole story. Jamie was shocked to say the least.

"Fuck that's...that, monster...One of his own relatives." He choked out.

Marina nodded, still trying to stay calm, but clearly still upset. "What about you, what are you doing here?"

"I, Meera..." Jamie spoke, his voice starting to shake.

He related the whole tale of what he found, of finding Meera in the alleyway, the terrible discovery that she had been raped, the whole frantic, terrifying wait and journey to the hospital, up to now.

"Gods, that's so horrible." Marina gasped. "How could anyone do that to her...to anyone..."

Jamie just nodded; it was clear they were both stuck, waiting anxiously for news of their loved ones, both of whom, while in different ways and clearly by different people, had been viciously attacked.

They both waited anxiously, trying to help keep each other's spirits up, fearing for Lancel and Meera. Then, suddenly, they heard a cry and turned, their eyes widened for there, approaching them, wrapped in a blanket, fearful and clearly distressed, accompanied by a police officer, was Sansa.

They knew then, with certainty, things had just got even worse.

End of chapter, things are getting more intense, Meera and Lancel in hospital, yet Sansa, who we last saw held captive, is here now too. Read and review please.