Where the sun never shines
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV show)
Raiting: R
Relationships and characters: Sansa Stark/Tyrion Lannister
Additional tags: angst, hurt/comfort, AU, ER, darkfic.
Plot: Sansa goes blind in case of carcrash accident. Tyrion decides to move out of town with her to testore peace of mind of his wife. The culprit of the accident still hasn’t found.
Chapter: ¼
Prologue.
The glass doors of elevator smoothly parted, and Tyrion Lannister went hurriedly out into the hall of the main office building. In his hand dangling a portfolio work for home, because today he didn’t wanted to stay at the office till morning. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number that he knew by heart. No answer. She must be talking to someone right now. Sansa always pick him up every day after work.
Tyrion went out to the street. The evening fell on the city, street lights and advertising signs were lit. Cool wind sobered his pickled brain after another working day. It’s going to rain. Tyrion sighed and took out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his inside pocket. Still, Sansa’s car wasn’t here.
Tyrion had already looked at his wristwatch several times and at the sides of the road. Most likely she stuck in traffic or delayed at work… Damn, but he always knows when she’s coming every weekday. If she doesn’t show up in half an hour, they’ll have to stay in traffic until the night.
He wanted to call her again, but then suddenly in front of him swept past the ambulance with a howl. The car was driving right down the street where his wife has to come. Tyrion took a quick step to follow, and then broke into the run when he saw two warped cars on the corner. From one of the two vehicles, they took out the bloodied body of a girl.
- “Sansa!” - he screamed when she was put on a stretcher and loaded into the ambulance. It was like drum beat in his head, and his short legs are never made him insane so bad. Tyrion jumped out onto the road and caught a taxi.
He didn’t remember what happened next. The driver followed the ambulance to the hospital. It seemed that everything is moving impossibly slow, and only the howling of siren and flashing of resuscitation rapidly drifted further.
He was flooded with worst case scenarios. He felt lost, guilty, scared to death. He had no idea what was wrong with his wife. Is she alive? Oh, God, if she … If anything happens to her, he’ll go crazy. Or feeling dead. The sense of reality is rapidly leaving him, the body was dragged heavily, and then he did not feel at all. The howling of the siren and the flickering red and blue lights were introduced into a delusional trance.
When the taxi stopped at the greenish-white hospital building, illuminated by a cold white light, Tyrion immediately jumped out of the car, seemed forgetting his briefcase. It hardly mattered now.
- “The girl with the red hair. Just got brought here. Where is she?” - Tyrion fell out, clinging to the cover of the registry table.
- “Are you her husband?” – said indifferent nasal voice of the big woman. She was holding the phone next to her ear by shoulder. Tyrion nodded nervously. – “Fill these papers and wait in the waiting room.” - She put some forms in front of him.
- “Listen, I have to see her, it’s very important.” - Tyrion leaned forward, but the table was too high for him. The woman looked up at him wearily and raised an eyebrow.
- “Now it’s impossible, she was taken to the operating room, you need to wait.”
- “I need to know what’s wrong with her! I have a fucking right to do this!” - Tyrion shouted, striking his palms against the side of the table.
- “Mister, stop yelling and keep it together, or I’ll have to call security.” – in the same monotone she said. Tyrion felt like he is shaking from the inside. He grabbed the papers from the table and filled them with a ragged handwriting with crooked, trembling letters. – “Thank you for your patience, and please wait in the waiting room.”
Tyrion padded along the corridor and came down to one of the chairs near the cold white walls. From the street came the muffled sounds of thunder. Looks like he will be spending the night here. Or even longer, no matter how long it takes.
Tyrion could not close his eyes, even though fatigue overcame him, and the hands on the clock pointed to half past three in the morning. His anxiety grew.
It seems like forever later, he was brought to life by one of the doctors and led him to the ward where Sansa was taken. He said something to him about the injuries, but Tyrion was hardly caught the meaning of his words.
- “Do you understand me?” - The Doc asked him, stopping at the door of the room. Tyrion looked up at him. — “I can’t make any guarantees, and you have to prepare yourself for what you both have to face. The first… months of rehabilitation can be very difficult, Mr. Lannister.”
Tyrion wanted to say something, but he could only weakly nod. The doctor went out of the room and, after exchanging a few words with her colleague, allowed Tyrion to come in.
Only now Tyrion noticed that the dawn had rise. The room was lit by a muffled pinkish light from the window and cold white from the lamp above the hospital bed. Tyrion felt his whole body tremble, and his knees almost broke when he saw his wife. All visible areas of the skin were covered with bruises and stitches. The left hand is covered with a splint, as well as the neck. Her face was covered with the same deep scratches and bruises. But the most terrible thing was a bandage wrapped around her eyes. Without taking his eyes off of her, Tyrion reached for the arm of the chair beside the bed and, moving it closer, to sit down.
From the IV dropper which contains cocktail of painkillers, slowly oozed clear liquid, getting through the tube into the vein on Sansa’s healthy hand. Tyrion gently held out his hand and touched her palm. As if afraid that any touch will make her disappear, crumbling into dust. But she is here. Alive. And he is next to her. Tyrion gently squeezed her hand, having his thumb on the back side of her palm. Numerous devices monotonously squeaked and hypnotized. Tyrion carefully released her hand from his and wearily rubbed his face with his hands. He sat next to her, until he fell asleep.
The pain was the first thing she felt. With a bright flash, she pierced her entire body with a thousand lightning strikes. Nausea and dizziness was felt like a thunder in her head. Then everything went quiet, leaving behind only an unobtrusive haze of delirium and drowsiness. Sansa tried to open her eyes, but she found she didn’t have the strength to do it. She couldn’t move a finger, as if every cell in her body was filled with lead. She just wasn’t able to guess when she woke up, and when she fell into a crazy dream, because before her eyes were only darkness.
At some point, she was able to hear more clearly and began to distinguish between the chaotic noise monotonous squeak of some devices, clock ticking, her breath. She felt that something holds her neck, does not let her move.
- “Someome…” - almost silently fell from her lips. Sansa didn’t recognize her voice. – “Help… Tyrion.…”
- “Sansa.” - she heard a saving husky male voice. She felt her shoulders gently clasped in his hands and her cheeks touched in a soothing gesture. – “I’m here, don’t be afraid.”
- “What’s happening? Why I…” — Sansa was trying feverishly to think, to somehow assess the situation, but was too disoriented and scared. She had little control over her body and saw nothing. But the fact that Tyrion was around, gave her a sense of security.
- “It’s over, do you hear me? It’ll be okay, I promise.” - he tried to speak as firmly and decisively as he always did in tense situations. Sansa realized, that there’s nothing good to wait about.
She tried to get out of bed. Tyrion with gently stopped her. She sank down again on the warm pillow and for some time remained silent, carefully trying to gather her thoughts and to ask her husband what happened.
- “Why I can’t see anything?” — As calmly as possible asked Sansa. He was silent. It settled in her heart even more fear. – “Tyrion, tell me!” she said, with perseverance. Her voice treacherously trembled.
She felt that Tyrion took her by the hand, gently put his hand to her forearm, tenderly squeezed her palm.
- “You had an accident last night. You have a broken arm, two left ribs, and a slight concussion.”
- “Tyrion.” - Sansa nervously licked her parched lips and felt on them taste of blood. – “Why can’t I see?”
- “The shards from the windshield hit you in the face.” - Tyrion fell silent. Sansa could hear how hard he was breathing.
— “I… will I see again?” - Sansa swallowed a heavy lump in her throat.
- “Yes, but it takes time.”
Sansa felt her body tremble, and her eyes begin to burn and hurt. Tyrion wouldn’t tell her the truth right now. It’s not in his nature. She tried to breathe deeply and calm down, but the pain of the broken ribs instantly made itself felt. Sansa sobbed helplessly.
- “Hush, you shouldn’t cry.” - Tyrion whispered. Sansa heard a quiet click and the pain began to recede. Tyrion kissed her on the forehead.
— “Tyrion…” Sansa said when he sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. — “Can I…?” She raised her hand timidly, trying to touch her husband.
Tyrion gently grabbed her palm and pressed it to his cheek. Sansa circled the line of his lips with her thumb, feeling a little smile on his face. The weightless fingers slid across his chin, looked round his chiseled jaw line. … Like trying to memorize every feature of his face. After all, if she wont ever sees him again…
— “Are you crying?” — Sansa felt under the pad of her fingers, sliding warm tear.
- “I thought I’ve lost you.” — Tyrion whispered hoarsely, drawing himself in the palm of her hand and gently kissing it.
- “What’s going to happen now?”
- “We’ll figure out something … I’ll figure out something.”
