Our Love (Sandor Clegane AU)

Guilt

"I feel bad".

"Why? He's not your problem" Dave snorted as we waited for our morning coffee.

"I literally couldn't sleep last night, every time I closed my eyes, all I could hear was him shouting its real, it's real. He sounded so sad, so... desperate".

Yeah, that's because he's crazy Berry. Just forget about it".

"Sure" I scoffed.

When we got back to the office, I quickly left Dave mid-sentence to head back for my laptop. Peter was still away, so I began browsing Google for information on the 'fictional' Sandor Clegane character. By lunchtime, I was a complete conspiracy theory.

"He looks just like he's described in the books... and the scar?" I whittle on to Dave as we get lunch.

"Could be fake?"

"I'm going back over to the hospital".

"Why?"

"Becuase what else do I have to do today and who else does that crazy man have?"

"Fuck Cranberry, get a cat not some crazy dude".

Popping my tray back down I roll my eyes at him and quickly head out of the canteen.

"I'll tell everyone on the crime channel documentary how you just rolled your eyes before going to met the man who would later kill and eat you" he shouted after me with a few confused looks from the other around him.

By the time I had got out of my building, the uber was sat waiting and within the hour I was back at the hospital.

"You're back?" The nurse from yesterday announced.

"Is he still here? Can I talk to him?"

"He was pretty unsettled after you left, we had to sedate him".

"I promise, it'll be better this time. I'm here to help him" I smiled.

With one last look, she finally nodded and told me which room to wait in. Just like yesterday, it was a plain white room with a steel table and two white chairs on the side. And after ten minutes of impatiently waiting, two large men pulled Sandor into the room and placed him on the chair in front of me.

He looked defeated, tired and sad. Nothing of the roaring man from yesterday and my guilt instantly went up 100 levels. "It's okay, you can leave us," I told the other men who nodded and left the room.

"I'm sorry I left yesterday. How are you?"

He didn't say a word or even look up as he dropped his hands on the table and sighed heavily.

"I've been looking into it, the character Sandor, in the books he had a scar on his face".

Still, he said nothing.

With a deep breath, I slowly stood from the table and dragged my chair over to his side. His eyes had flickered up to watch me now, as I sat back down and moved in close to look at his scarred cheek.

"Do you remember how you got that scar?"

Again, not a word and cautiously I raised my hand to his cheek and gently ran my fingertips over the scar.  I could sense his stiffened breathing at my touch and for a moment he closed his eyes tightly.

"Don't fucking touch me" he snapped suddenly after a few seconds and grabbed my hand.

"So you can still talk?" I squirmed until his grip.

"My scar ain't no business of yours".

"It was the brother? That's what it says in the books".

His grip on my wrist suddenly grew tightly as he turned his eyes to burn straight into mine.