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Melinda's POV
For hours I've had to listen to my flesh and blood scream her lungs out, I've had to sit here under crystal blue eyes of my watcher. Like a hawk, he wouldn't let me out of his sight, all his attention was on me. His eyes in a soft manner but his body tough as nails.
"Please, just let me sit next to her." I find myself begging him again. Each time was a helpless case, I always got a stern no and the slight turning of his head as he glared at the floor.
"What did I say last time?" He sighed, his large hand coming up to rub his tired face. He disconnects his body from the wall, his bones cracking as he stretches them out of their stiffness. I watch intently as his body drifts to the seat next to my own, flopping down and leaning his head to the side slightly as he watches me. "I said no, so why do ye think the answer changed all of a sudden?"
"I- I don't know" I stutter. My voice shook from nerviness, just imagining the young girl scared out of her mind as she lays in a bed alone. She knows her mother is near but as she reaches her small hand out she realizes her mother isn't as close as she thought.
"Please Daryl, I know you don't have kids, so I also know that you don't understand my pain. But put yourself in my shoes for a minute." The words fall from my lips almost silently, but my eyes were pleading. He could see that.
His body tensed more than usual, his hands gripped the sides of the seat as he pulls his body up.
"Ye coming?" He grumbled as he passed. A small smile comes to my face as I slide out of the chair and follow closely behind the tempered man. We reached the closed door and he paused, almost contemplating if he should be doing this or not.
"Ye can't lose yer shit when yer in here, alright?" His hand reached for the door knob and turned it before I could give him my answer.
His body slid through the crack he made and gently opened the door so it made a light taping noise when it hit the wall behind it. I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the room. Mentally or physically. I never thought that I would have to see this, she was always so happy and bouncy. So seeing her small and pail body wrapped into a think blanket was painful.
My feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they shuffle over to the vacant chair. My body softly sitting in the creaky wooden chair, not taking my eyes off of the young girl.
With a shaky hand, I reached out, my calloused fingers brushed the soft skin of her face. They gently smoothed down her face, memorizing the way it moved. Watching to see if something new happened, if her body had changed at all since last seen.
A choked sob leaves my throat. A smile meets my eyes for the first time in a long time as I bow my head.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." I repeat the lines over and over as I can't think of anything else to say. I'm just thankful. She may be hurt, but God brought her back to me alive and in one piece.
"I love you so much. Momma loves you. I'm sorry I wasn't there. But mommas here now. And I'm not leaving anymore, I promise. I'm not going anywhere, baby." I get on my knees as I grab her hand. I bring it to my face and leave light kisses along her hand to show her I'm here, that I'll always be here.
"I thought I heard you in here." The voice was so familiar. One of the past I'm sure, but there was no other voice like it.
My head cranks back to meet brown eyes. Brown eyes that made me feel safe and protected against harm. Ones that held no evil and only a pure soul to fill his body.
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