Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

31 - Crossroads

"You are a right total cock; you know that right?"

It was day five of Sandor and Alia being stuck under that large rock when they fled Hornwood and it was also day five of them continuously arguing.

Since Alias's injuries were awful and there was no Maester to help her, her doctor was Sandor. And he was shit.

He had been dressing her wounds and each time he removed the stitching to prevent infection from the old dirty thread, his large hands would cause harsh pressure against her wound causing a sharp pain to shoot throughout her body.

By the way, he was drunk most of the time.

"Listen, I don't want to babysit you and kiss your scratches any better but we need to get up and leave eventually."

"I don't think six large gash wounds in my side count as scratches, do you?" Alia exclaims, pushing him away with her foot as he finished placing a bandage back around her stomach.

With a roll of his eyes, he stands to his feet and goes over to Stranger, giving him a quick pat and scratch under the chin as he feeds him the last remaining food they had.

Leaning her back against the stone wall, she sharpens her arrow heads with a small stone seeing as she had nothing better to do with her time since Sandor was only bothered about drinking, swearing and sleeping all day and night.

She had told him to lay off all the Ale he had stolen from the Inn but this was the only way of keeping him somewhat sane and less annoying and moody than he already was.

He sat across from her, his back against a stone wall too and chugged away at the Ale, wiping off the last reaming droplets that hit his chin and soaked into his facial hair.

Alia stared at him with disgust as he started making snorting noises and spitting onto the ground beside him. Where he slept.

Shivering by his grossness, she looked away for a brief second and was met by a loud heavy snore coming from his direction.

Her head snapped up and groaned out loud watching the long-haired man snore away lazily.

Noticing the fire starting to burn out, she slowly picks herself up, clutching at her side and hobbles over to some trees and snaps some branches and twigs off to help keep the fire alight.

Laying them on top of the already burned out wood, she prodded the fire with the end of one of her arrows to create more smoke and smiled to herself slyly when another flame emerged.

Another argument she had with Sandor was about the fire and how to keep it going. She said getting more sticks would help but he just poured Ale on top of the fire and kept throwing leaves within the few fumes as he said it would 'absorb the material'. Whatever the fuck that meant.

When she showed him the right way of doing it, he didn't take it appreciatively. Instead he called her a dumb cunt and moped around for the next ten hours before speaking to her again.

He had also gone out with her bow and shoot some rabbits but when he had returned, most of the arrows she had spared him were broken in half and the one rabbit he received had about seven punctured holes in its body where he had struck it and not killed it.

To add more to her misery, they both got in a fight which resulted in the 5,000 coin the had stole from the bandits who tried to kill them, they had lost it. Alia believes he left it in the Inn and seeing as they couldn't go back, he screamed in anger and slammed his fist against a tree causing a bit of the bark to get stuck in his hands which she, to her amusement, had to pluck out.