Bolton Rising Part 47 - Alayne & Sandor
During the long hours that Alayne spent by Petyr’s bedside, her mind was in constant motion. An endless torrent of pain and fear assaulted her, never allowing for even a brief moment of peace. Over and over again, she saw the events of the morning play out on a constant loop that she could not turn off. She watched helplessly as Petyr clutched his chest and fell, feeling her own heart ripped to shreds again, each time. After a while, the tears had stopped falling. Her eyes, unable to produce any more moisture, ached and burned as she watched him lying lifeless before her, the constant slow drip of the IVs and the soft, steady tones of the machines became her only comfort. As long as they worked steadily on, she knew that Petyr was not fully lost to her. Sandor was coming, they told her. A white faced nurse informed her that he had been contacted and was on his way. Alayne didn’t know how long it would take for him to travel to her, but knowing that he was on his way made her feel ...