Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
For four days and four nights Jon Snow only growled and snarled and snapped like an animal any time he woke from his fevered sleep. Lady Catelyn sat with him from the second day, stitching a prayer wheel and whispering for the gods. The first caring thing Luwin had known her do for the boy. As the fourth day ended, he gave him another glass of milk of the poppy. Perhaps it was best he did not awake at all for the time being.