"by your side, till you heal"
meme: send “by your side, till you heal” for my muse’s reaction to waking up in the hospital, covered in bandages, while your muse sits by their sidestatus: not accepting
when he woke, it wasn’t gradual. instead, he woke up with a start, panicked as he tried to remember exactly where he was, what had happened. his mind scrambled, trying to place all the memories together. each movement hurt, pulling at the wounds on his chest. if he breathed too deeply, it pained him. ned tried his best to stay calm but it wasn’t until he heard someone similar that he calmed himself enough to focus on the voice.
it seemed that jon was hovering over him, almost awkwardly from the way he stood. his head leaned back on the bed to feel a pillow beneath him. it seemed that wherever he was, others slept in the beds. his brow was slick with sweat, his cheeks red despite the coldness in the room. now that he had calmed, jon sat besides the bed. he could hear the word father whispered between them, the look of worry on his son’s face.
“m’okay,” a whisper to reassure jon that he was, in fact, okay. a hand went to pat jon’s arm but pain shot through, the lord grunting at the unexpected feeling. it was then he could hear jon calling for someone – mayhaps the maester. a moment later he could feel a cup to his lips and ned couldn’t do much else asides from drink. the last thing he heard before the slumber pulled over him was jon stating he’d be there until he healed. with that, ned slept peacefully.
