Brojen a grey world

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Bran slowly woke up from his light slumber.

Normally he hated napping, it made him feel dizzy and disoriented. But since his stay in the hospital he was easily tired and needed his naps like a two years old.

Bran groaned at the sharp pain in his head that he kept feeling since his fall. Even though he had taken some painkillers, it still hurt.

"Bran, honey are you awake?" Catelyn Stark, his mother asked in a soft voice, which Bran was thankful for because his head couldn't have loud noises yet.

Catelyn came closer with the chair she sat on and took his warm hand in her cold ones. "Bran are you okay? Shall I get a nurse?"

The brown haired boy softly shook his head. "No... I'm okay mom... J-just some water please." Bran said with a very dry throat.

Catelyn quickly reached for the bottle of water on the table next to her and handed it to Bran. "Can you hold it yourself? Or do you need some help."

Bran sighed and took it from her, before sitting up enough to drink. "I can do it mother. I can still move my arms." It was meant as a joke, but nobody was laughing.

He drank very quickly, how did he get so thirsty anyway?

"Your father had to go working, Sansa is buying things to ease everything for you at home when you are done here together with Robb. Arya is together with Jon getting some snacks for us. And Rickon had a playdate with some friends." His mother said with a smile and ruffled his hair, which had grown a bit to long while he was in coma.

He had been in coma for 1 and a half months, he was now still in the hospital already five days after his coma. He was still weak and had to adjust a lot.

And he had learned that he could forget about walking ever again. Not that he used to be the star of the track team, but it was still a shock for him.

But he didn't cry like his mother, or gasped dramatically like his oldest sister, or watch with big shocked eyes like all his brothers and father. Or the best reaction, was Arya.

She was like: "wow. So if your legs are paralyzed, is your dick too?" It was her way of coping with it. But yes, he could still feel his dick.

"Bran, how are you feeling?" His mother asked him while taking the empty bottle away from him.

He didn't really want to worry his mom more. She hasn't left the hospital once since he woke up.

"I'm okay mom, thanks." He lied. He was dizzy, tired and felt restless. And slightly depressed.

The news that he couldn't walk anymore hasn't really sunk in yet. He wasn't allowed out of bed. So he hasn't had a chance to realize that he could never ever move on his own accord.

Catelyn sighed softly, her mother instincts knew he was hurt. Also mentally.

"Bran I know that-" There was a knock on the door that cut her off.

The door slams open and Arya runs inside with her arms full snickers and mars.

"Heyo little bro." Arya says loudly, dropping the chocolates at the foot of Bran's bed.

After her came Jon, Bran's half brother. (Long story) their parents divorced for a short time and later about two years they came back together, but Eddard (Ned) already made a new son. Without having the mother around. Long story short, Catelyn wasn't always sweet to Jon, but they all managed.

So Jon walked into the room with two bowls with soup for Catelyn and Bran.

"Good afternoon Bran, had a good sleep?" He asked while handing the two their food and a spoon.