Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

23 - Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones

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One day I'll tell you what I've been. It will scare you.
-Unknown

'I d-didnt...I didn't do..Sandor..believe..believe me..p-please..I-I-I...' she started.

'Shhh..' He placed a finger on her mouth.

'No..youdontbelieveme..you don't..you don't..'

'Meela stop...'

Meela didn't stop. Her body was furiously shaking and her fists were held together while she mumbled repeatedly. Sandor tugs her chin up to force her to look at him. Her face had cuts and bruises. Her lip had a cut, her cheek had a cut, her eye was bruised.

'I said stop.'

'But there is blood. Look at the blood..see Sandor..look what he did to me..' she broke free of his grip but again he grabbed her jaw to keep her immobile.

'Meela shh. We'll wash the blood. Stop talking. Let me wash it..Meela shh..stop..' he silenced her again.

Her teeth chattered as she nods. Sandor shook his head, looking at her condition. Her hair was tousled and in a mess. Her clothes half way ripped and covered with mud and dirt.

'Trust me,' he says before picking her up in his arms.

He walked to the falls and gently dropped her so that she was sitting on a large rock.

'Take your clothes off Meela. I'll change them..' Sandor paused. He looked around the river and then back into the woods where they came from. He realised he hadn't fetched her new clothes. There were safely tucked with the horses. He had to go retrieve it back.

Sandor started walking away and Meela quickly grabs his arm but he was already walking so she could only hold his fingers.

'W-Where a-are you..'

'Let me go get the horses, your new clothes are there..'

She didn't protest about it but she also didn't want him to leave. Not when she needed him the most. She wanted warmth. Comfort. Security. From Sandor.

Seeing her remain quiet, he nods his head and walks over the bushes, disappearing. It took a while for him to bring all the horses but she sat there patiently.

She thought she was alright but soon her mind started racing and the murder scene from before was now replaying on her mind.

She let out a deep breath when she saw his large frame getting closer to her. He was so tall. So big and scary. But so safe. After what seemed like an eternity, he was now inches away from her.

'Good girl,' he compliments, but she didn't leave him much room to talk as she jumped on him for a tight embrace. Half her hair was now on her face, covering her mouth but she didn't care about the mess.

'Please don't leave me.'

Sandor buried his face on her neck and gently brushes her messy hair. The knots in her hair wouldn't break free so he stopped brushing.

'We'll take your clothes off. Meela you're wounded...'
But she was shivering, her body started to tremble.

'Darn it woman. Stop. Look at me. Just look at me.'
The trembles stopped, but fear was visible in her eyes. Her heavy breaths became slower.

'I just want to help you. Let me. I need to see your wounds.'

Her breathings returned to their original pace but she started mumbling.