Decipher | Watty's 2017

LI. Curative

Curative

/kyo͝orədiv/

adjective

able to cure something

Luke's POV

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I looked down at the beautiful girl clinging to me for dear life and felt a tug at my heart. She was alright, she was healthy, and here she was in my arms again. My tense body relaxed as the thoughts in my mind seemed to fade away and leave behind no trace, as if they were never there.

Although the road toward recovery was long, and by no means nearing an end, I knew that she would be alright one day and be able to be herself once again. Tiny voices in my mind continually reminded me that she wouldn't recover fully from the events that had happened to her in that God forsaken place, but I knew that she would come back to me, at least that's what I liked to believe.

"Melissa!" a blonde nurse called, waving her arms in the air and trying to flag her down as she came to the end of the corridor. "You aren't allowed to see her yet, sir."

The woman's fingernails dug into my arms when she approached me, clearly not happy about my lack of movement. Fire lit in my eyes as a harsh growl emitted from my mouth toward her, holding Melissa's malnourished frame against my lean one. There was no way that this woman was going to take the love of my life away from me once I had just gotten her back.

"She hasn't even had her psych evaluation yet Luke," the familiar brunette doctor addressed me when she finally arrived to the scene, trying to talk me into letting Melissa go to no avail. "There are still tests that need to be ran and questions to be asked."

"Then why did she run out here to find me." My tone came out harsher than planned, but it didn't matter to me. Melissa was clearly uncomfortable around this blonde for some reason or something had happened to cause her to come looking for me. Either way, my mind had already decided to never let her out of my sight again.

"She is under a lot of stress," the doctor stated, looking disaprovingly at me. Tension was slowly building in the room as Michael stood from his seat and made his way to where Melissa and I stood, holding each other.

"I think it is in your best interest to leave them be as they haven't seen each other in the past six months," he snarled at her.

Mentally thanking him for his comeback, I sent him a grateful nod. The blonde simply stared both of us down before lowering her gaze back towards Melissa's small frame. Every alarm inside my body was going off as she refused to take her eyes off of Melissa, almost as if she was assessing her body characteristics.

"She had a seizure caused by high amounts of shock before she came out of anesthetics," the nurse's voice told Michael and I softly. My eyebrows furrowed at this, wondering why she was keeping her voice down as we were the only people in the waiting room.

"I don't want to go back in there Luke," Melissa's voice mumbled into my white tee shirt, nuzzling her face further into my hold.

My eyes found the doctor, giving her a look as if to say, 'There's your answer.'

"You are just going to let her go without medical treatment?!" the woman's voice encompassed the room, bouncing off the walls without any effort. "That is unethical! How can you claim to care about the girl and let her suffer in shock and stress?!" The blonde continued to rant about the long lasting effects and the psychological markers including the notion that she could be suicidal; however, my mind blanked out for the most part.

I found it hard to concentrate on something that clearly wasn't bothering Melissa when she stood silently in my arms. Her heart beated in sync with mine, giving me solace and peace for the first time in months. The blue of her beautiful eyes were still shielded from me as her eyes held the dark gray color I had seen while rescuing her, but that didn't matter as my hands found her hair and tangled themselves in the familiar blonde locks.