We are cranes

Thank god youre alright

Ichabod couldn't find Isabella. It was the afternoon, around 3:00 pm. His wife was at home, pacing back and forth. They were so worried. They thought something happened to her.

Ichabod ran down the streets, trying not to run into other people.

"Excuse me sir! Have you seen my daughter?!"

Everybody knew who the cranes were. They even knew who their daughter was. One of the men pointed left. "I-I saw her go this way Mr. Constable."

He quickly nodded before running past him. It led to a body of water. He stopped on the dock and fell to his knees. His eyes widened when he saw a body in the ocean.

It was Isabella.

She looked pale and unconscious, her lips a little blue. He grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the water, laying her down on her back. She was soaking wet and she seemed to have a bruise on her cheek.

He moved her wet hair out of her face before leaning down and wrapping his mouth around hers. He breathed air into her lungs before pressing down on her chest.

His heart was racing so fast, he thought it would beat out of his chest. He had never been so scared in his life. This was his daughter. He couldn't lose her.

"Come on isabella! Breathe!" He panicked as tears filled his eyes. A few people saw them and just watched.

Isabella suddenly choked, spluttering and coughing up the water. She gasped for air, her throat burning. She forced herself on her elbow and violently coughed up the water.

Ichabod sighed with relief. She was alive, thank the lord. Isabella held her ribs as she coughed, her body shivering

"What the hell happened?" Ichabod thought to himself as he gently rubbed her back. After Isabella finished, she collapsed and shivered violently. Ichabod gently placed the back of his hand against her cheek, gasping quietly.

"You're so cold..." he whispered before carefully wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up bridal style, holding her close to his chest. Her teeth chattered as she buried her face in his chest

"D-daddy..." she said before coughing violently.

"Ssh... you're gonna be ok sweetheart...." he said as he raced home, hoping his wife wouldn't chop his head off.

Cranes home
Ichabod burst into the home, where Katrina finally stopped pacing. She gasped as she quickly closed the door before following ichabod upstairs. "What happened?!"

She yelled as tears fell down her cheeks. Ichabod rushed into isabellas bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

"Get a warm cloth. She's freezing..."

Katrina nodded and ran to the bathroom before rinsing a cloth with warm water. She walked back to Isabella and gently placed it on her head.

"I found her in the water. She had water in her lungs. But I don't know how..." he whispered as Isabella shivered violently.

Ichabod placed a hand on her cheek. "Katrina will help you change clothes and then we will talk about what happened..." he kissed her forehead before running out of the bedroom to get some things.

Katrina helped Isabella stand up. Her legs were shaking as her fragile body shivered. Her wet dress clung to her figure. She carefully peeled the dress off before untying her corset.

"Your waist is a little bruised dear... next time we won't make the corset so deathly tight... even though they are anyway..." she said, trying to lighten up the mood. Her poor girl.

She helped her put on a nightgown before helping her in bed. Isabella shivered as ichabod came back with a few blankets. Katrina moved the covers over her body before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What happened love?" He asked as he placed the blankets over her body, trying to help her warm up.

Katrina knelt down in front of her and dabbed her face with the warm cloth.

Isabella swallowed a lump in her throat.

"T-this guy wanted to escort me back home... I told him no... s-so he grabbed me and I tried to fight back.... he hit me in the face before throwing me into the water..." she said as she shivered.

Ichabods eyes narrowed on the bruise. It was a purple bruise on her cheek. Her bone wasn't broken which was good.

But still, they were mad.

Ichabod placed a hand on her cheek, careful not to put pressure on the bruise. "We are so glad you are ok... but trust me... he will
Not hurt you again..." he whispered.

Normally ichabod would've been a wimp. But this was their daughter. He wasn't going to let anybody get away with hurting their child.

"You'll warm up soon. Get some rest. We won't leave..."

Ichabod stroked her cheek with his thumb as isabellas eyelids drooped. "I love you both..."
She whispered before falling asleep. She was afraid someone like that would hurt her again.

Her parents
Wouldn't let that happen.

Katrina ran her fingers down her side.

"We love you too. Thank god you're alright..."