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Bran slowly woke up from his light slumber.
Normally he hated napping, it made him feel dizzy and disoriented. But since his stay in the hospital he was easily tired and needed his naps like a two years old.
Bran groaned at the sharp pain in his head that he kept feeling since his fall. Even though he had taken some painkillers, it still hurt.
"Bran, honey are you awake?" Catelyn Stark, his mother asked in a soft voice, which Bran was thankful for because his head couldn't have loud noises yet.
Catelyn came closer with the chair she sat on and took his warm hand in her cold ones. "Bran are you okay? Shall I get a nurse?"
The brown haired boy softly shook his head. "No... I'm okay mom... J-just some water please." Bran said with a very dry throat.
Catelyn quickly reached for the bottle of water on the table next to her and handed it to Bran. "Can you hold it yourself? Or do you need some help."
Bran sighed and took it from her, before sitting up enough to drink. "I can do it mother. I can still move my arms." It was meant as a joke, but nobody was laughing.
He drank very quickly, how did he get so thirsty anyway?
"Your father had to go working, Sansa is buying things to ease everything for you at home when you are done here together with Robb. Arya is together with Jon getting some snacks for us. And Rickon had a playdate with some friends." His mother said with a smile and ruffled his hair, which had grown a bit to long while he was in coma.
He had been in coma for 1 and a half months, he was now still in the hospital already five days after his coma. He was still weak and had to adjust a lot.
And he had learned that he could forget about walking ever again. Not that he used to be the star of the track team, but it was still a shock for him.
But he didn't cry like his mother, or gasped dramatically like his oldest sister, or watch with big shocked eyes like all his brothers and father. Or the best reaction, was Arya.
She was like: "wow. So if your legs are paralyzed, is your dick too?" It was her way of coping with it. But yes, he could still feel his dick.
"Bran, how are you feeling?" His mother asked him while taking the empty bottle away from him.
He didn't really want to worry his mom more. She hasn't left the hospital once since he woke up.
"I'm okay mom, thanks." He lied. He was dizzy, tired and felt restless. And slightly depressed.
The news that he couldn't walk anymore hasn't really sunk in yet. He wasn't allowed out of bed. So he hasn't had a chance to realize that he could never ever move on his own accord.
Catelyn sighed softly, her mother instincts knew he was hurt. Also mentally.
"Bran I know that-" There was a knock on the door that cut her off.
The door slams open and Arya runs inside with her arms full snickers and mars.
"Heyo little bro." Arya says loudly, dropping the chocolates at the foot of Bran's bed.
After her came Jon, Bran's half brother. (Long story) their parents divorced for a short time and later about two years they came back together, but Eddard (Ned) already made a new son. Without having the mother around. Long story short, Catelyn wasn't always sweet to Jon, but they all managed.
So Jon walked into the room with two bowls with soup for Catelyn and Bran.
"Good afternoon Bran, had a good sleep?" He asked while handing the two their food and a spoon.
Bran actually had enough of liquid food, but it smelled very good and he had a empty stomach. "It was okay. Thank you."
Catelyn was also grateful for the food and quickly began eating.
Jon took a chair next to her with a soft exhausted sigh, making Bran feel a little guilty. His family was going through a hard time because of him. And he couldn't even remember how it all happened.
Arya sat on the bed close to the candy, not minding to ask if that was okay with her brother.
After a short while of silence and the sound of soup slurping. Arya felt bored and started pocking Brans legs.
"Arya... What are you doing?" Catelyn asked the girl sternly. She looked very angry at her youngest daughter.
Arya shrugged and looked at Bran. "Whaaaat? It's not like it can annoy him." She said in a high pitched innocent voice.
Catelyn gave a warning look when Arya pocked again, making Bran laugh softly. And Jon quickly followed with chuckling.
"This is NOT funny boys. My son has become a cripple and I don't know who DID THIS! STOP MAKING JOKES ABOUT IT. IT IS FAR FROM FUNNY!" Catelyn had never really had a outburst close to her children, but it was so so painful. Nobody truthfully understood how much her children meant for her. What she would do for them.
And now one of the youngest is hurt. He was pushed. She was sure of it, but the police was still looking at the case.
"Mom it's okay. Arya is just... Experimenting..." He didn't even dare to try to move his legs. The thought scared him. He hadn't tried to 'poke' them like Arya.
But he didn't feel anything when she did it. Not anything.
Jon had also stopped laughing, watching the scene with hooded eyes. He was never much of a speaker.
Catelyn sighed. "Just don't do it again Arya. Bran could have had a real different reaction." Arya rolled her eyes, but nodded anyway.
Bran send her a quick smile before returning to his food.
Catelyn shook her head fondly before eating some herself.
Jon took a snicker bar from the bed next to Arya, who had already stuffed a few more mars in her mouth.
They all eat in silence now. Which Bran needed with the painful headache.
He leaned back some against the fluffy pillow and closed his eyes while eating. He was still tired. He felt always tired since he woke up from the fall.
He felt his mothers eyes on him and probably Jons too. And he suspected Arya was tickling his toes. Which she did often when they were younger. He used to be so ticklish there.
Suddenly the doors open and Brans eyes open immediately at the sudden sound.
A doctor and a nurse walked into the room, rolling a hospital bed with them. A young boy, probably Brans age lay curled into a protective ball on the bed. The sheets not over him and he was whimpering in pain.
A girl with short curly hair was following close behind, saying reassuring things to the boy while stroking his hair in a calming way, just like Catelyn did many times with Bran.
The bed was placed in the huge empty spot at the other side of the room, Bran already wondered about the empty space. He surely wouldn't mind a roommate if he was silent.
The doctor was writing something down on his notebook, while instructing something to the male Nurse. While the curly haired girl was still touching the patient.
The nurse made a IV ready for the boy, rolling him on his back, but only having the boy to curl back on his side. Squeezing his eyes closed before groaning and biting his lip so hard it must be painful.
The nurse looked at the doctor. "I need to have a clear look at his arm before I can get the IV in his arm."
The doctor nodded and took the boys arm and held it tightly so the nurse could bring it in he boys vine without much more problems.
The doctor put on some machines and some he connected to the boy, who was slowly calming down. Probably because they put some kind of drug in the IV.
The curly haired girl was stroking his face softly. "Go to sleep Jo. Let go and sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
The boy was still moving around some, not giving in to whatever they put in him.
He was tired enough to be turned on his back and not move again.
The boy had his eyes still closed. "Me-Meera..." The nurse pulled the sheets gently over him while the doctor was still working on the machines.
The girl- probably Meera shushed him and stroked his hair. "It's okay. I will be here like always. Sssh... Sleep Jojen. Sleep it's okay."
The boy took a deep breath before he seemed to stop struggling and had a very calm look on his pale face.
The nurse checked the IV and the heart monitor before walking out of the room with a small goodbye to Meera and the doctor.
The Meera girl took a seat next to the bed, and the doctor started talking about the boy. Bran couldn't catch everything, but he did hear; "Miss Reed, I'm afraid to say that we have to stop all the chemo sessions for a while before we do another operation. His condition is going very downhill. We have to act swiftly. If he isn't strong enough for a operation, his last days are very close."
Meera sighed, because she knew that was true. She knew this had to happen one day. People don't suddenly get better. "What caused the sudden stomach pains? That wasn't something that happened this extreme before. It wasn't just nausea, it were cramps he said."
The doctor thought for a second. "It can be a bad sign... Maybe it spread to his stomach, which can effect the most important organs. But don't worry too much, it can also be a side effect of the medicines, which we are going to change drastically now. We are going to do some tests and scans when Jojen wakes up and when we decide he is strong enough, a operation." The doctor nodded his head, before turning to the Stark family, who watched the entire incident.
"I'm sorry for such a odd interruption of your rest sir Stark. But this was the closest room free for mister Reed. If a roommate bothers you we can move him to another section as soon as possible-" Bran cut him off.
"No... It's okay. I'm okay with a roommate. He can stay." The doctor nodded with a smile. "Very well... Visiting hour is almost over, that counts for all of you. So I expect the patients to have some rest later." And he went off, closing the door behind himself with a soft click.
The girl, who sat next to the boy Jojen turned to the Starks and gave each of them a hand and a smile, that Bran knew was fake because the sorrow didn't leave her eyes.
"I'm Meera and there lays my brother Jojen." She tells them softly.
Catelyn smiled at her, clearly having sympathy for the girl. "I'm Catelyn and this are Jon, Arya and Bran. Bran has broken his spine and became a cripple." Bran nodded his head, Meera nodded back.
"I'm sorry for you, must be a shock..." She says in a friendly way that didn't sound rude at all, and the words were true. Bran was shocked.
"Yes it's okay," Bran told her and than looked at the sleeping Jojen. "What has he?"
Meera sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "He has a rare form of cancer."