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Who: Jaime and Ashara, open to anyone who would want to visit him
Where: a hospital
When: ...the equivalent of mid-ASOS?
What: Jaime wakes from an attack.
Warnings: possibly violence trigger? Probably to be avoided if you have eye/medical squick.

It took Jaime a moment to realize he was awake, because he couldn't see anything. What tipped him off was smell: it smelled like a hospital, and his bedroom did not usually smell like a hospital. "Ashara?"

His voice was rougher than he expected and he lifted his head, trying again to open his eyes. They didn't open. He remembered all at once that he'd been with Cersei. He'd looked up just in time for something to fall of a shelf and splash into his face. A cold knot tied itself in his chest. He could remember screaming in pain, then nothing. Presumably he'd passed out. He lifted his hand, feeling the pull and tug of tape and a needle at his elbow -- definitely a hospital then -- and felt at his eyes. There was a bandage over them.

"Cersei? Is anyone there? What's happening?"

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"A few hours? That can't be, I..." Jaime stopped himself. He wasn't going to say anything that might make his sister look bad. "I can't...remember a lot." Permanent damage. He was trying very hard not to hear that, but it rang in his ears like a bell. Permanent damage. He was glad to have a bandage over his eyes, hopefully obscuring his expression. He had no idea what was happening in his head or what he might look like right now. Stunned, maybe. In the pre-stages of a freakout.

"I'm just telling you what the doctors said." Ashara kept her voice quiet, not letting any of her anger at Cersei bleed through. She did however reach over, gently brushing his hair off his forehead before she sighed quietly.

"I came as soon as they called me, Jaime. I... they did everything they could to save your sight."

Save your sight. "Can we not use words like that right now?" he said, slightly frantically. He shook his head a little. He knew he was snapping and his wife didn't deserve it.

"Sorry. I'm just...where are the kids?" The kids. That was a safe thing to think about.

"The kids are at home, they're fine." Ashara gave him the out for the moment before she settled back in her seat. "I'm staying here until they release you. They've basically given you a room to yourself and you won't be alone."

There was a moment of silence. "...They did send you presents. Mya sent her favorite stuffed lion. You know, the one she refuses to sleep without? She thought you might need him to help you sleep."

That made Jaime smile, tilting his chin down a little. "I hope she still slept without him." His smile faded a little when his next thought occurred to him. "Do they know what happened?" Jaime was still wrapping his head around the idea that he was actually blind. That that might be forever. "Does Tyrion know?" His little brother's presence would be beyond good right now.

"I told them your eyes were hurt but not the extent of the injuries. I'm saving that for when I can sit down and explain it to them in detail." Ashara relaxed a little at the smile.

"I did contact Tyrion. He's going to be here when he can make it back but the flights from overseas are a bit sketchy right now. He's trying, though."

Jaime considered that for a few moments. "Should we tell them together? Or do you think it's better they know before they see it?"

He took a breath and nodded a little. "Okay. Tell him not to rush or anything, I'm sure the African kids or whatever need him more than I do." Actually he was not sure of that, and while he did sometimes show some selflessness where Tyrion was concerned, this was an uncharacteristic amount. Jaime didn't want sympathy. He pretty much just didn't want this to be happening.

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