The Hound, The Imp, and The Cripple // Sandor Clegane

Come on Flower

'Come on flower up you get.'

'Sandor what are you doing here? Is the battle over? Did you win?'

'No the imp set the river on fire love. On fucking fire.' Kitty cringed at the name imp. She didnt like it but knew tyrion called sandor hound so neither of them could be grownups.

'How does one set fire to water?'

'I dont know but i told them all to fuck off.'

"What?' she asked disbelieving.

'I told the king to fuck of.' He repeated and she looked at him wide eyes.

'You told the king to... fuck off?' She whispered still hating to curse no matter how much sandor swore she didnt like the sound of it coming from her own mouth.

'Aye. And he will be pissed so i gotta go love. Come on.'

'Sandor i cant'

'Yes you can flower dont worry i will keep you safe until me last breath i promise.'

'No sandor im dying.' He stopped trying to put a cloak on her when she said that. He looked at her really looked at her and frowned.

'The medication not helping?' He questioned sadly.

'The measter thinks i have a few days. That the infection has spread beyond... beyond....'

'They dont think you'll get better'

'They said it would take nothing short of a miracle.' Sandor grunted and went to stomp away but kitty grabbed his hand.

'Im not leaving you here with these cunts'

'I will only slow you down. Im a dead girl walking.'

'Flower-'

'Thank you.' He scrunched up his face at her words what could she possibly be thanking him for. 'Thank you for showing me whats its like to love... and to be loved. Im going to miss you.' Sandor felt his eyes water but he held them in.

'I dont want to leave you'

'You will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for your friendship and your protection i could not have asked for a better husband.' She started to cry. He got down on his knees in front of her and lifted her dress. Black. The tissue was black surrounding her knee he bit his lip as he gently covered her knees.

'Live a long and wonderful life Sandor...' still on his knees in front of her she leaned over and kissed him softly. When there lips parted he wrapped his arms around her held her close. Not wanting to leave her. Not wanting her to die. Not wanting this moment to end.

'Go. Be free.' She whispered into his ear. He kissed her again before rising. No he wouldn't leave her.

'Flower, come on we gotta go.' Sandor told her.

''Did you hear me Sandor, I think im dying sandor' Kitty whispered

'Well if we dont leave you are gonna die for sure.' He grabbed her cane and leg and the coin purse she kept in the drawer. Putting them into a small bag. 'Come on.' He scooped her up carrying her off. She was tired she fell asleep as sandor rode he held tight to her not stopping until he couldnt see the path ahead of him and he hoped himself far enough away until the sun rose and they could keep going kitty didnt wake up as sandor took her off the horse and lay her on the ground next to him. She woke in the morning groggy as sandor picked her back up and started their journey.

'Where are we going?' Kitty asked.

'Far away from kings landing flower. We are never coming back.'