Brojen a grey world

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When Bran was woken up again it felt like he had closed them only two seconds ago.

This time not his mother like usually, but his father President Eddard Stark, known as Ned stood bowed over him.

"Bran, my boy are you okay?" He asked in his low raspy voice.

Bran groaned and threw one hand over his eyes. "It's too early, Dad."

Ned gave Bran a confused expression. "It's one in the afternoon, I'm here on my lunchbreak."

Bran sighed and moved his hand away from his eyes. "I had a long night... Hadn't slept much." He explained himself softly.

Ned nodded his head, leaning back in his chair. "Why couldn't you sleep? Are you having nightmares?"

Bran didn't roll his eyes. But he absolutely wanted to.

"Dad... I'm okay. Jojen woke up and we had a conversation. He needed someone to talk to I suppose-" Bran cut himself  off by looking at the bed next to him. Which was empty.

All bad thoughts went through him. Maybe Jojen had a heart attack, maybe he had walked away from the hospital? Maybe... Maybe Jojen had died...

Ned looked at the boys panicked face. "You mean your roommate? He had some tests to do. They said he'd be back in a few hours according to his condition."

Bran relaxed after hearing that. It sounded horrible that Jojen may have been death... The thought scared him a lot.

Ned was still looking at him. "You know, his father is on of my oldest best friends. What a coincidence, isn't it?" Bran was for sure now that Starks were bad at small talk.

Bran nodded. "That's pretty cool yes. Do you mean Howland?" His father was always talking about that man. Always speaking fond of him. But that's what he deserves probably, if he was anywhere as nice as his children.

Ned nodded. "I should ask for the lads number. That would be nice"

Bran was tired. He sighed and closed his eyes without really realizing.

He remembered mumbling something to his father, but he was in a dreamland.

•••

When he woke up next it was because of the sound of someone throwing up.

Bran sat upright in his bed, all tiredness was finally gone.

He looked at the other side of the room, where Jojen was leaning over a bucket with Meera stroking his back.

Jojen kept throwing up more and more for a few seconds.

Meera said soothing words to the boy, sitting next to him on the bed until he was done and she laid the bucket away. That was when she noticed Bran was watching.

"Hey Bran." She smiled before cleaning Jojens face and handing him some water. "Sorry for the disturbance."

Bran coughed softly before shaking his head. "No it's okay... How were the tests?"

Meera took the cup back from Jojen, who looked more sober, but paler than last night.

It was Jojen who answered. "I've been diagnosed with stomach cancer... But my brain tumor hasn't grown." He sounded oddly happy and not devastated by the news.

He smiled at Brans direction. "Don't look so shocked. My brain is more important than stomach. It's cure able with chemo. My tummy just hurts and I feel sick." Jojen smiled and laid back in the bed.

Meera sighed, ruffled Jojens hair, smiling at Bran before grabbing her purse. "I'm getting some dinner, anyone want some?"

Bran was shocked to hear that he missed breakfast and lunch today. Where was his family anyway?

"Bran, do you want something? You've slept in today. It's good to eat something." Meera said kindly, walking to the door and stopping there.

"I'd like something, yes. Where you going?" He asked kindly. Feeling hungry suddenly.

"McDonalds and Target."

"Okay... I take a big mac menu, if that's okay." Bran asked with a smile on his face.

Meera smiled back. "I'll handle that. And you Jojen?"

They both looked at Jojen who had cuddled himself in the hospital blanket.  And looked pretty bad, considering he was pale as snow and he was shaking a little.

"I'm okay with tea and crackers. Can you go home and get some of my sweaters? I'm cold and uncomfy." He gave her puppy eyes and a pout.

Meera sighed and turned to the door, calling after herself; "Got it."

•••

Jojen seemed to doze off a little, while Bran was wondering about his family.

It wasn't that he necessarily needed them. It was strange nobody was here.

He rolled a little in his bed, Meera still gone and he was bored. He groaned.

"Are you okay?" Jojen asked, his gaze locked to some point Bran can't pinpoint.

Bran coughed before talking, he never talked to Jojen while he wasn't on drugs. "Yeah... Just bored."

Jojen nodded. A smile on his face "A sick Blind boy isn't really helping the loneliness, aye?"

Bran groaned in his mind. He was a idiot. "I didn't meant to-"

Jojen laughed softly and made a hand gesture, "Bran I am not blaming you. It's okay."

Jojen yawned and stretched a little. "If I ever asked, I forgot. But why are you in the hospital?"

Bran smiled at how Jojen was reaching for his bottle of water next to his bed.

When he finally got a hand of it, he opened it and drank some. "Well?"

Bran sighed. "I fell, was pushed or jumped off a building. I don't remember. They are still investigating it."

He looked at Jojen for a reaction, who was drinking more water.

"That sucks... If I could walk, see or not throw up when I run, I'd find it out for you." Jojen chuckled softly and rubbed his stomach. Which probably hurt.

"I really want to help you though... You helped me a lot the last few days. Thank you Bran."

Bran blushed wildly. "Uh... Thanks."

Jojen nodded his head in no particular direction, while still rubbing his tummy. "Were you depressive in any kind of way?"

Bran shook his head, not that that matters. "No. Maybe I will, now I can't walk anymore."

Jojen gasped, aiming at Bran's direction. "You can't walk anymore?! Is that what happened? I don't believe you actually jumped though..."

Bran felt warm at Jojen's stare. "Thank you. Nobody really believes I didn't jumped. Except my mom, she is sure I was pushed. But maybe I fell. I'm not sure. I forgot."

Jojen hummed. "Interesting... I love mysterious cases. I love sherlock Holmes. I listen to all audio books. Maybe I can figure who it was. Or how you fell."

Bran didn't want to break his spirit by saying that he couldn't even see, so he smiled and hummed. "Would be nice. Thanks."

He looked around the room. Still wondering why nobody came to visit. He'll call tomorrow if nobody would show up by than.