rescue.

[handandahalf]

Full night had fallen over the island some hours ago, and Jon had passed into a fevered state of half-wakefulness. When he was aware enough to think at all, he was grateful for it; his leg had begun to go numb, and he was too afraid to look at it anymore

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[_kinginthenorth]

Knowing something was wrong--that had been easy. When Jon hadn't appeared at the usual time for the two of them to go on their IPD patrols, Robb hadn't worried immediately; he'd just gone by his house to ask after him. There he'd found Susan, tired from chasing after Rickon and getting anxious herself. He'd been encouraging, reassuring; sometimes things take longer than you think they will. But he couldn't shake the feeling, the hunch, that connection that has nothing to do with magic and all to do with having known a man since you were both squawling infants

[handandahalf]

"Fell," he croaked, lifting his head a scant few inches and waving one hand vaguely above his head. "Rocks came out from under us... never even made it to the outpost. We're both a little worse for wear," he added, his dry throat clacking over a soundless, bitter laugh.

Robb began to look him over and Jon closed his eyes; he did not want to see Robb's face when he saw his leg for the first time. "Ghost will be fine," he said instead. "Break's clean, he let me see it." He knew Robb wouldn't be anything but optimistic where he himself was concerned (it always had come easier to him than to Jon, to hope for the best) but Jon knew he was too fraught with pain and fear to take any comfort to heart. He concentrated instead on how glad he was to be rescued, and let his frantic mind take some solace in that.

[_kinginthenorth]

"You're awake," Robb says, his voice thick with worry, "that's a good sign." He kneels next to Jon, looking him over, running a gentle hand down his body to look for wounds. The leg he does not want to consider, but he does, methodically, the way a soldier does.

"Have some water, first," he says, easing one arm gently behind Jon's head and lifting a flask to his lips. "Best not to move yet."

[handandahalf]

"Thank gods," he said, attempting a smile that was more of a grimace before drinking, his hand weak on Robb's wrist, steadying him. "So hungry," he said as he stopped to breathe, shaking his head a little. "Haven't been-- hurt like this since Ygritte shot me," he added, focusing on talking so he didn't focus on anything else. "Least then I could ride, this--" he cut off as a spasm shot through his leg and his face screwed up in pain, his hand on Robb's wrist clenching hard, the nails of the other hand digging into his palm.