Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Bleeding - Bronn

*Inspired by "Bleeding Out" by Imagine Dragons. The song is above if you want to listen to it while reading or just whenever because it is a good song! And requests are open if you want a certain character or a second part to a story or maybe some smut(?).

It was chaos. Everywhere you looked people were falling, covered in blood, and probably never getting up again. Men were yelling and swords were clanging, and the green fire was still crackling on ships.

You didn't know where he was and it worried you more than anything. You knew that to stay alive you had to focus on just the things around you, but when you knew that your husband, Bronn, could be laying on the ground bleeding to death it made everything else seem to fade away.

He was supposed to find you after the fire. That was the plan, and everything had been going well with Tyrion, but now that the battle had really started and with Tywin's men having arrived, everything had blown away.

A man rushes towards you, sword held high and ready to kill you. With a swing of your arm the man's guts were falling out of him and he was falling to the ground already covered in bodies. You look at all of them, looking for his face. Not seeing him, you turn on your heel and go farther into the battle.

A hand is over your mouth and an arm around your waist so quickly, you don't have time to actually fight back before they drag you back through the gates. You reach up to the hand that is covering your mouth with your hands, having dropped your sword when the man grabbed you, but relax suddenly. You know this hand, you have held it so many times.

"mmmnoph," is all the sound that you manage to get out with his hand covering your mouth, so he lets go. "Where were you?"

"Got stuck behind the backup," he breaths into your ear, still pulling you backwards.

"I was so worried Bronn," you say, feeling tears threatening to fall. His arm tightens around your waist, but you hiss in pain and pull away from him.

"What? You hurt?" He gets into an area that is just people from Kingslanding and lets you go. You notice it a split second before he does. His hand is covered in blood. Your blood.

You look at your side, seeing what appears to be a cloud of blood cover the tunic you are wearing. There is a trail of blood running down your clothes. You look back up at Bronn, fear evident in your eyes. He grabs you and pulls you into his chest, feeling your whole body shaking.

"This is gonna hurt," he whispers into your ear before pushing onto your wound. You cry out, clutching onto his tunic tightly. He gently lowers you to the ground, his hand never leaving your wound.

"Bronn-"

"No. You are going to be fine. I am not letting you die on me." He looks into your eyes and you can see the worry written all over his face, the face that you deeply hope you will still get to see every morning when you wake up and every night when you fall asleep, the face that you fell madly in love with.

"I love you." You put your shaky, blood covered hand on his cheek, not letting him look away. "Please, kiss me. Just incase."

"No, I am not letting you die."

"Then kiss me because I am you wife and I thought you were dead." He nods his head, leaning down and connecting your lips. It is full of love, love that neither of you thought you would have for each other when you were forced to marry. He pulls away all to soon, looking down at his hand that is pushing on your injury.

"The maester, you need the maester. You, boy," he calls out to a very young man who looks very unsure. "Go find someone that can stitch or has any type of training with this stuff." You hear his armor clanking as he starts running.

"Bronn," you breathe out, grabbing onto his wrist. "The maester was with the women and Cersi."

"I know, the guy is old, he can't fucking fight at all. But someone has to be able to do something." Men start cheering loudly and surging into the court yard you are in.

"We won, see, it's going to be okay. You just need to stay strong and wait for someone to come." You nod your head, feeling very weak. You have lost so much blood, you know the chances that someone coming are going to be slim. You need to hold on though, if not for you, at least for Bronn. He can't live without you, at least not without becoming something that he's not.

*Time Skip*

Your eyes open slowly, blinking rapidly to help with the sudden flood of light. You gently squeeze the hand holding yours, knowing exactly who it is.

"How long," you manage to get out, your throat being very dry. Bronn pours water into a cup and hands it to. You take a sip and hand it back to him.

"Only two days. You passed out when you saw the needle." He chuckles lowly, running his hand through your hair.

"Well, you know me." You smile lightly at him. You reach up and pull his face down to yours, connecting your lips in a sweet and caring kiss. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

"I do. You had me fucking worried though."

"You can't get rid of me that easily." He chuckles. You grin, feeling happy that you and your love were both healthy.