Jon sat up in the hospital bed with a slight groan as the nurse was stiching his side. It just needed to stitches to clean up the scratch of the bullet hole. Sansa was trying to dial for Sam, when another couple went to try and get into the elevator and quickly called the ambulance for help. Sansa held his hand, as they waited for the woman to be done with her work. He tried to not grimace but getting a needle sewn into your skin wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience. Sansa’s one hand was bandaged from the glass falling on them. Minor injuries that just were disinfected.
“Almost done sir.” She stated. Jon winced as he felt the needle slide through his skin again.
“Where are they?” A demanding female voice rang out. Eli and Rhaenys arrived with Robb and Sam right behind them.
“Oh thank god, you're alright!” Robb said, grabbing Sansa into his arms. Eli and Rhaenys took note how she would not let go of Jon’s hand.
“What happened?” He asked, but Jon shot him a glare, and then winced as she finished her sutures.
“All done, Mr. Targaryen.” Jon sat up slowly and reached for his bloody button up, but Sansa grabbed it instead.
“Eli brought you a change of clothes.” She said, looking over at his mother. Both of the girls came over and wrapped their arms around Jon.
“I called Aegon, hes on the first flight back home. Margaery is going to come back in another couple of days, just to make sure she's safe.” Rhaenys said, walking over and pulling Sansa into a hug. Eli, lifted her hand and rubbed the back of Sansa’s head.
“Mom and dad are gathering ‘the family’.” Robb said to everyone. “All of them.”
‘the Family’ he was referring to were the families loyal to the Stark clan. Each head of household sat at a chair in the conference room in the basement of their house.
“When Aegon arrives, The starks, would like your ‘family’ to be with them in winterfell manor. Your ‘family’ is our ‘family’.” He said patting Jon’s shoulder. Jon nodded as he moved over to grab the new button up from his mother. Sansa reluctantly let go of his hand as he needed to hands to finish his shirt.
“But thats not for a couple of days right?” Sansa asked, looking over Jon. His back was to her, and she could still feel the heat from his body radiating through her.
“Dad wants you to come home. Until this is all settled.” Eli, turned to them. Jon as well.
“You're not breaking the agreement are you?” Rhaenys asked with a tentative voice. Robbs eyes shot open as he quickly looked at all the Targaryens faces.
“Thats not what I meant. I meant, for both Jon and Sansa to come to winterfell manor, where we have more security.”
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To Love A Gun
FanfictionSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
