Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)

Chapter VI

They toured the spacious room until the end, walking on a muddy ground. They swept cots, volunteers, teachers, septa and wounded, who tried to walk, helped.

The bandages stained with blood and burned skin, piled up in carrypads that would be incinerated throughout the day ... The fetus of the sewers came and went depending on the direction of the air, joining the smell of blood and infections ... but even so, Sansa did not flinch.

Arya stood beside a bed larger than the others.

Sansa approached her, and removed her hood from the cloak that covered her. She bit her lips and took a deep breath before approaching the man who lay asleep. He was lying, naked from the waist up and covered by a thick blanket.

- It is difficult to endure this place ... and he, you can see how it is ... it is not easy ...- Arya told her sister while covering it a little more.

Sansa did not answer. She sat on a small wooden stool at the head of the bed and just looked at him.

Her sister, with the excuse of going for a basin with some water and some cloths, left her alone.

Sansa, despite not realizing that Arya was gone, gently removed the blanket she had put on her.

Seeing him was bleak. He had lost enough weight and his ribs were marked. Arya had cut her hair and beard so she could treat her wounds better.

On the right side burned, we had to add the left side, which now, was a huge spot of various colors, from yellow, to an almost black purple. The eye was barely visible. An ugly scar framed him from the bottom. Arya had told her that she would possibly lose her vision, and now she understood why. Without a doubt, it was a miracle that he was alive ... or perhaps, a sign of destiny.

She passed a hand over his forehead, and noticed that it burned. He had a fever ...

Sansa looked for her sister with her eyes and found her talking to Samuel Tarly. It seemed that he just got there. Arya already had a basin and a lot of rags in her hands. She would come right away.

Sansa slipped her hand over his face, and dropped it on his shoulder. His broad chest was also a tapestry of colors, which extended to his flat stomach.

She put her hand on that chest and noticed Sandor's strong heart beating fast, while he moved uneasily.

She came closer ... and began to sing the song, which she sang the day he went to look for her in King's Landing.

"Gentle Mother, source of all mercy,
save our children from war and evil,
hold the swords and the arrows stop,
have a future of peace and good. "

While she was doing it, she couldn't help running her hand through the abundant brown hair that covered his chest. She immediately pulled her hand away, looking around her, thinking about whether someone had seen her ... but it hadn't been like that ... no one was noticing her ... and Arya was still talking to Sam. A part of herself felt annoyed at her reaction. She didn't have to be ashamed. What she felt for Sandor was very real and should be assumed if she wanted the world around her to do it.

She looked at him again, noticing that his breath had become more calm, and every inch of his skin was discovered with old scars, including a burn that covered his arm and a thick scar on his neck and shoulder.

Sansa sighed ... That was the body of a warrior and his trade was tattooed with blood, on his skin and on his muscles ... but, the scar that hurt him most was made when he was a child ... and he was marked for life ...