Brojen a grey world

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The Starks had to go home when the clock hit seven PM.

Meera was send to a guest room in the hospital, just like Brans mom. Who was there too tonight.

Bran was watching some tv, while sometimes glancing at Jojen, who was (which Meera told) heavily drugged because of the pains he suddenly had.

Meera also told that Jojen got multiple sorts of medicines until they'll find one that actually would work.

And oh yeah... Important detail, he had eye cancer when he was a younger boy. He became blind at the age eight.

Bran watched the tv again for two seconds before glancing back. He was badly curious about the boy.

Jojen looked very peaceful while he slept. Like there was no care in the world.

Bran sighed and reached for his cellphone. He had no messages from anyone.

He was never really a popular kid at school, but he was certain that they talked about him now. 'Oh look there is Bran, the weird Fifteen years old who forget how he fell from a building.'

The thought of school felt horrible in his gut. Bran couldn't picture himself in a wheelchair at school. The busy hallways... The fast students... How could he reach his own freaking locker?

Everything would be easier if he had friends. It wasn't like he didn't had people he talked to at school, but it weren't people he would hang out with outside school for fun.

He rather read a book and sit by the fireplace with Summer.

Oh no... Thinking about Summer made him miss home and his own bed and run with the dogs...

Run...

Bran sighed and clutched the blanket closer to himself. He felt awfully lonely suddenly.

He looked at his telephone again. And decided that if he felt lonely he wouldn't show it, but make up a excuse to call someone.

So he looked in his contacts to the home-phone they had at, well... Home. And let faith decide who he would speak with.

The phone ringed for a few seconds before the soft voice of Rickon sounded through the phone.

"Hello?"

Bran smiled at the sound of his brother. He would love to hear Rickon talk his ears off for a while, so the lonely, sad feeling would go away.

"Rick? It's me Bran. I was uuh... Wondering how your playdate was. Mom said you had one. Was it fun? What did you do?" Rickon didn't say anything about the fact that normally Bran had no interest in playdates or if he had fun.

"Oh hey Bran! I missed you so much today. Sorry I couldn't come. But we were making cupcakes and we painted and we watched cars 1 and 2 and we even got popcorn and there was a little fight but I wasn't in it. And we all made up with each other and played hide and seek! And I made a cupcake for you! I'm taking it with me to you tomorrow after school. And I painted you and me together watching a movie, because I miss doing that. I'm taking it with me if you want to Tomorrow?" Rickon was a fast talker and had a high pitched noise if he was, excited, happy or sad.

Bran smiled softly at the other side of the phone. "That sounds so cool Rick. Please take the cupcake with you. I'm already craving it." Bran said, hearing his brother make a excited noise.

"And maybe we can watch a movie tomorrow when you come here. Would you like that?" Bran asked his over excited little brother.

Rickon nodded his head furiously, but Bran couldn't see that. "Yes yes yes yes! If mom lets me I can ask dad to take some McDonalds with us! So you can have something you like!"