~Quiver's POV~
Pain throbbed throughout his body like a plague, mud and blood smeared across his once beautiful attire as he kneeled in the mud, silent tears rolling down his face.
Grasping the final arrow, he gave it a sharp tug, ripping it from Gared's back.
Good thing he's unconscious
He ran his eyes over his friend, hating the sight with all his heart. He looked like a hedgehog who had had all of his spines ripped from his back and left to die.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three...
"Luna will be here" he whispered, more to himself than the sleeping Gared.
"Any moment now, she'll be here"
Four minutes.
Five minutes.
Six...
Rain began to descend from the skies, each one feeling like a tap on the shoulder from Luna. But it was never her.
Should I go back? He wondered, not thinking of the fire or the massacre, just of his sister. He'd actually gone into a sort of shock, a denial, all he felt was a slight longing to see Luna, as if she's taken too long to come back from the toilet.
When deep down, Quiver feared she were dead.
"She's not dead" he muttered to himself, breaths fast and shallow as he rocked.
"Not dead. Not dead. Not dead"
The rain fell in rhythm with his desperate words.
Drip drip "Not dead" drop drop "Not dead "
Twenty minutes.
Twenty one...
Twenty two...
"M... m.....my"
Quiver snapped his head up, emerald eyes locking on Gared, still led face down in the dirt. Guilt swept through him as he resides he had left his friend in that state.
"Gared!"
He quickly crawled over, grasping the mans shoulders until he froze.
If I roll him into his back, mud will get into the wounds.
Thinking quickly, Quiver tore his cloak from his shoulders, snapping the brooch and lay it on the wet mud, rolling Gared onto it.
"Hey, Gared can you hear me?"
"My.... no... My L....."
What's he saying?
"Gared! Wake up man, come on!"
What if he'd lost too much blood? What if he was dying?
"For fuck sake of course he is, look at him Quiver!" He snarled to himself angrily.
Gared was dying.
"My... lady?"
"Wake up and I'll be whoever the fuck you want me to be damn it"
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Not Just A Serving Girl
Adventure"The more people you love, the more weaknesses you have, and the people of this world simply adore picking your weaknesses apart until you crumble and fall" SUMMARY Katrina Hawke has spent the last five years of her life hiding in Winterfell, playin...
