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Sandor taking care of you when you’re hurt/sick would involve:
Despite Sandor’s prickly exterior personality (and physicality too), he does soften when he’s around you.
He doesn’t like to admit it, but he would do anything for the ones he loves; that includes you. (Not that he would ever dream of saying it to you just yet. He’s scared he’ll push you away, or you’ll run away- he’s not sure which is worse).
…But back to the actual situation at hand.
If you are hurt:
He will feel like it’s his fault, even if he isn’t responsible.
After you coax him out of his worrying spell, he will be giving all of his attention to you.
You insisting he kisses you better. He tells you it’s childish, but actually he loves it and is blushing. (Not hiding it very well, you might add).
Doting on you; this man will get you what you need. And, will threaten anyone who get’s in his way trying to do this.
Laying with you in bed when you ask. He’s not use to physical touch that is this soft and this kind, but he does relax into it. Sandor is very conscious of hurting you, so will only delicately touch you- which is not like his nature.
Will be sarcastic with you. His wit is still sharp even when you’re hurt.
You don’t mind, though. It cheers you up- you prefer it to the pitty.
If you’re sick:
Will get the best medicine man and best cures around. He doesn’t listen if you tell him it’s just a cold, and you’ll be fine.
Makes sure that you have pain killers, and that you’re comfortable.
Will also lay down with you- much to your protest, because you do not want to get him ill.
He doesn’t care, he would get ill for you.
Kissing him on the cheek, and telling him you’ll save the rest until you’re not sick. Sandor whines, but accepts you promise.
((He does get sick, but you take care of him, so he considers getting ill worth it.))
I sit here, fingers splayed across this mangled parchment and watch the candle burn lower and lower. The number of nights passed in this very position could be the beginnings of some sad song, one that would surely make a kind heart like yours weep. In my dreams, I am visited by the Mother who is yet the Maiden. Her hands touch this ruined flesh with a tenderness that could tear apart the world. It tears apart my soul and gently remakes it, reshapes it into something like a man. -Letters from the Quiet Isle, Unsigned
I wrote/scribbled this during lunch & after work this week because I was thinking about GOT. I haven’t read all of the books yet and I just don’t want one of my favorite characters to not have a chance at redemption. This is 100% wishful thinking (that probably will not happen).
