Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

36 - The Hound & the Wolf

'Fuck off Meela. Leave me arghhhh!!!'

Sandor was half conscious, cussing and fighting, still drugged with his own hallucinations but Meela was stubborn. She wasn't going to let go of him so easily. His pleads and cries weren't gone unnoticed as the men forcefully lifted him to the wagon.

The three men were beyond worried, listening to his screams and wails as they dropped him as gently as they could on the plank.

'Meela, he won't survive the pain. We're only making him suffer more-'

'Another word Anguy and I will cut your throat myself. Now start moving!' She seethed at him, her glade far too deadly unlike he has ever seen before. The men wouldn't even meet her eye as they quickly obeyed her, not wanting to anger the she-wolf even further.

'You chose these 3 to whore with woman??!! Leave me alone to die now!! Kill me now. I'll rip your guts out if you fucking let me live! Slit my throat and be done with it!!!' Sandor threatened her but nobody listened. They were all forced to obey Meela and Meela alone.

Their hands were bloody from carrying Sandor and it was indeed a heavy job. It wasn't only his size that was heavy, but his armour that made it much worse. His shoulder blade was popped out. His head was bleeding. He lost a tooth which made his upper corner gum swell. And as if it couldn't get more worse, his thigh bone was split and pushing out of his flesh.

He was in a gory, helpless state and everyone knew the aid they were offering was only making it worse.

'Diego, mount the horses.' Meela orders him, wiping her angry tears and climbing onto hers but the boy stops her.

He started motioning some foreign signs again and she only stared at him in confusion.

'Meela just accompany him!' Anguy interjects, and the boy nods at him, agreeing to what he says.

'He needs you now. And he won't stop screaming.' Diego supports him and she sighs. She jumps onto the wagon and seats herself next to him.

'You fucking left me..didn't you? You left that girl with me. Fucking wench she was. Glad to see me die. Left me rotting. All while you were busy fucking these maggots? Very handsome aye? No scars and filth smell and you were ready to spread your legs-'

'Diego!! Get me the milk of the poppy. Something to help him with the pain.' She bellows, ignoring Sandor's protests and mocks while scrambling around the medical supplies searching for a sleeping dose.

'We can't give him that.' Diego tells her.

'Why?' She barks.

'You left me woman. You're the fucking reason I'm in this mess. All you and your fucking games-'

'Get him the milk now!!' She yelled at Diego.

'Meela!! Understand this. This man is DYING! If we give him anything to dull the pain, he will fall asleep. And if he sleeps now, he won't wake again!!'
Diego screams at her face, then turns around to control his horse.

She knew what Diego meant by that. They had to leave Sandor in pain without giving him any drug and it was wrong to do that, to torture him for days like this without letting him soothe his pain. But she had no choice.

'Give me the fucking milk or use the knife now boy!' Sandor yells out painfully.

'Please go faster..please..' Meela begs.

'Meela what the fuck are you playing at..arghh..kill...please..fuck you..you fucking WHORE-'

'SANDOR SHUT IT!!!!!!!' Her voice rung so loud it startled Diego enough to stop. Even Anguy and the boy were staring at her with a horrified look and Sandor, well Sandor was silenced once and for all.