Never Close Your Eyes

ZBD ✨ : C. 4

| Chapter Four |

"Thought I'd give you a break." Doc smiled politely like a proud grandpa would when he got to see his first grandson, "Hold little Lulu for awhile."

"She's fine. We're fine."

Which translated to: 'she's not leaving my arms so you can dissect her like she's the single cure to the zombie virus.'

He doesn't trust us; not in the least bit.

"Hey, what is she chewing on?" Doc inquired the thing in Lulu's mouth before the rest of us could sneak-a-peek at what the Little Murphy was grasping.

I hovered over to the newborn I had only gotten to hold twice, wanting a look for myself before the evidence could be thrown out.

It was long and slowly decaying, but the process seemed to be speeding up the longer it stayed in Lulu's cheek.

"I dunno." Panic seized Murphy's head when he realized we had caught him letting her do a bad-bad right in front of us, human beings, "Something she picked up."

Uh, she was born a couple days ago. We weren't. She can't even walk or talk. So, either Cassandra got it for her, or Murphy gave it to her.

"Is-Is that a finger?" My question slicked off my mouth as my arms crossed over my chest like Addy's arms had done when we approached the subject. 

"Maybe."

He rolled his eyes at me as his shoulders shrugged upwards at the question.

When he took it from her grasp--after having to wiggle it from her locked jaws--, she began to spit up saliva like he had been choking her, trying to find her lost 'pinky'.

When she realized that it had been taken from her, and there was no hopes of it returning, wails of true sorrow flew from her mouth like it was her favorite blue's song.

"Great." Murphy narrowed his eyes at Doc, "You happy now?"

Mindlessly and wanting to seek revenge for wasting his daughter's tears, Murphy tossed the lost appendage in Doc's space, which forced him to bounce back a little bit in disgust to try and swerve the deteriorating finger.

Was it a pinky or a index?

Our daddy-o of the bunch rocked his child to try and sooth the woahs of depression, "Shh, shh."

"Murphy, nobody's saying you're a bad father."

"I think you are." I spoke up without hesitation.

Addy lifted her foot above mine and pressed downward, which made me silence anymore insults. Rude.

"We just think it may be a good idea to give the baby a little check-up, that's all."

Addy stuck my foot in my mouth, avoiding an argument that seemed bound to happen at some point. 

Murphy snapped at us in aggression, his papa bear seeping through his statement, "There is nothing wrong with little Lulu, and since when are you a pediatrician, huh?"

Before I could get something snarky configured out, 10K stepped behind me and covered my mouth with his large hand. I huffed out, knowing my warm breath hit his roughened skin.

Rolling my eyes, I knew he felt my displeasure about him touching me in a way that would prevent me from speaking my mind.

"Murphy, she's just had sugar water to eat. Let Doc have a quick look." Addy pleaded, getting in front of me to take the place beside the old man.