Wherever You Go, I Will Follow
@jonsa-creatives ‘A Time for Wolves’ Jonsa Historical Event. Day 2: World War I
Summary: When Jon and Sansa married they made one very important vow - wherever one of them goes the other will follow. Determined not to break that vow, even in the face of war, Jon and Sansa are stationed out in the battlefields of France together. However, when they come under heavy artillery and Jon is injured, the harsh realities of war soon catch up to them and the couple are forced to make heart-breaking decisions and break solemn vows.
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“He was right. We've made a mistake. We shouldn’t have come here together.”
Sansa shakes her head and the tears fall from her eyes. “Jon…”
“I love you too much. It’s too much of a distraction, I can’t do my duty.”
Jon feels a sharp pain in his side and doesn’t realise he’s been hit until he’s on the floor.
“A kit! I need a kit!” Sansa screams.
She rests her hands beneath Jon’s head and lies him down on his back. The world seems to have gone quiet and as Jon stares up at Sansa, time slows. An excruciating burn comes from his abdomen where Sansa’s hands press down on his wound and he can feel the hot stickiness of his blood beneath his back.
“Stay with me, my love. Stay with me.”
Always, he thinks.
Jon is transported back in time, as memories of Sansa flash through his mind. Five years. Has it really been that long since they had said ‘I do’? It feels as though it was only yesterday. He recalls the first time he saw Sansa. It’s her sapphire eyes that he noticed first and her kind smile. So beautiful. He remembers her long, curvaceous womanliness concealed beneath the pale pink lace gown she wore and how desperately he wanted to kiss her from the first moment he laid eyes on her. He hears the first words she spoke to him, “Excuse me, sir. Is this seat taken?” What would his life look like if she hadn’t sat beside him on the train that grey and rainy autumn afternoon? He recalls every painstaking day that they courted, how desperately he longed to take her hand and kiss her and hold her, but he could not until they were married. In his mind he sees the flirtatious glances she gave him from behind her fan. The first time he kissed her on the day of their wedding – a brief and modest kiss that was perfect in every single way. Most of all he remembers the blissful days, months and years that followed their wedding day – picnics in the park, reading in front of the fire, singing hymns at Sunday Service, eating Sansa’s homemade lemon cakes and long mornings in bed. He recalls the vow they made the day after their wedding, the same one they made the day war broke out - "Wherever you go, I will follow." He treasures all of it. Every single moment with her has been heaven.
“Jon? Jon? My darling, please, open your eyes. Open your eyes, Jon,” Sansa’s voice brings Jon to.
He finds Sansa’s blue eyes amidst the chaotic battlefield and summons the strength to reach out to stroke her face.
“You have to go to hospital.” Sansa turns around and begins to call for help from fellow soldiers and nurses. A minute later, Jon is being hauled over the ground in a stretcher and into the back of a vehicle. Though he is still in pain, he notices that his body is growing numb and cold. Sansa continues to care for him and he hears her soothing voice, although he cannot decipher what she’s saying. It’s not long before he drifts off into unconsciousness, having lost too much blood to remain awake.
