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Ygritte had lost the sense of time. She had no idea for how long she had been drifting between being awake and asleep, between pain and relief. She didn’t know what day it was when she sat up in the bed. Her last clear memory was the pain spreading out in her body where the arrow hit her.
She looked down on herself to see how deep was the wound, but all she could see was a bandage around her chest. I shouldn’t be here, she thought to herself, shaking her head a little, wherever I am right now. She wondered where this small room could be and what had happened to her people - the Free Folk and what had happened to Jon Snow. His face was the last thing she had seen before passing out. Too bad they had to fight each other in the end.
That was when she heard someone knocking at the door. “Come in!” she said, surprised by how weak her voice sounded.