ELLIPSISM, aemond targaryen

[027] proof that aemond can sew better than aemma

"WHAT THE HELL, Aemond?" was the first thing that came out of Aemma when she touched her black shirt with her fingers which was starting to fill with blood.

Aemond stared in disbelief at the dagger in her stomach and pulled his hand away causing Aemma to sit on the ground away from him.

Aemma let out a breath and tried to stay calm but she couldn't control her anger as she locked eyes with him. "What was that for? I thought we were only supposed to train, not kill each other."

"I didn't want to kill you," Aemond scoffed despite feeling somewhat stiff. "You were choking me, I had to defend myself."

"By stabbing me straight away?" Aemma huffed, her hand slightly shaking as she put it on her stomach.

"Why didn't you stop me?" Aemond asked irritably, raising his voice.

Aemma froze and her eyes darted back to the castle walls, but the figure disappeared as she expected. Aemond followed her gaze and frowned in confusion.

"It does not matter. It doesn't excuse the fact that I'm bleeding now because of you," Aemma muttered and grabbed the hilt of the dagger ready to pull it out.

Aemond grabbed her wrist and she glared at him.

"I would seriously advise you to take your hands off me if you don't want to lose them," she said slowly in warning tone.

"That dagger puts pressure on the wound. Pull it out and you die," Aemond said simply.

"Excellent. In that case, I will walk with a dagger in my stomach."

Aemond ignored her bitter remarks and stood up to take his sword and hers from the ground. "You need a maester."

"To explain to him why you stabbed me? I don't know how do you see it, but I don't want to repeat Driftmark," Aemma sighed, she was starting to feel colder than before.

Aemond clenched his jaw and looked at her. "So what do you suggest? For me to wait until you die and throw your body into the sea?"

"I'm not going to die, I'm perfectly fine," Aemma insisted and tried to stand up. "I just . . . need to get some sleep, that's all."

"Good idea. However, I'm afraid that not even all the maids in the castle will be able to wake you up from that sleep," he replied sarcastically.

Ignoring his remarks, Aemma tried to stand up, but her eyes snapped shut when she felt the pain in her side. Trying to breathe through the pain, she fell to the ground again after a while.

Noticing Aemond's gaze, she glared at him. "What?"

"I'm just observing how well you handle the situation," Aemond said half amused but when Aemma furrowed her brows and looked down at her wound again his amusement disappeared and he walked over to her.

He tried to grab her arm but Aemma pulled it away. "What are you doing?"

"If you don't want a maester, you still have to sew up the wound. And you can't get to your room alone," Aemond said and tried again but Aemma leaned away from him. "Look, if you don't let me help you, you're going to die. So we can sit here and argue, or you can act like an adult and cooperate."

Aemma bit the inside of her cheek, preferring to look at the stars shining in the sky for a while, but she couldn't appreciate their beauty at the moment. With great self-denial she clenched her jaw and nodded without looking at Aemond.

Aemond saw that she wasn't thrilled with his help and so he said nothing, just took both swords in his left hand and bent down to her.

"I'll help you up," he said and Aemma nodded, one arm around his neck while he wrapped his right arm around her waist and she leaned against him as he helped her up.