Her Secret Scars

Room 420

Sawyers POV

The hospital room is strikingly bare of its beauty as I am with hope. Its pristine walls are merely light blue, not peeling and obviously not dirty, just light blue. How can a room be painted with such a calm color, yet makes people so anxious? There is little to no decoration unless you would count some regular old grey curtains and a window to let us see the world below. Her limp body, pale as if she was already dead, and is surrounded with so many wires making hope that she'll ever not need them to wither away. Her IV's connected to her arms, wires on her chest to measure her little to no heartbeat, as well as a mask over her mouth that leads a tube down her throat to keep her breathing while she can't herself. An old tv set hangs above in the corner of the room untouched as all we ever do is sit by her bedside and hold her hand for reassurance that we are here for her.

"Someone help her please!" she shrieked over and over as she cradled Faith in her arms, getting soaked from the puddle of blood coming from her sister. Why do I keep getting the urge to wrap her broken figure in my arms? How did she manage to sneak her way in?

I watched Corey solemnly walk over to his sisters, and crouch beside them, only neither of them noticed. He pulled Loyal to his chest and kissed her forehead, as she grabbed his shirt in her tiny intellectual fists and buried her blotchy red face in his chest. Her body rocked with an onslaught of sobs and tears, as Corey whispered something into her ear and then looked up to signal me over with a flick of his head.

"Take her" he flatly spoke, while he stroked her trembling back. He slowly rolled her into my arms once I squatted down, and the second she wrapped her arms around my neck, as well as resting her head where my shoulder and neck meet I felt an overwhelming sense to make her never feel this way again. Just like when I first met her and watched the dread and misery flash in her dejected lilac eyes.

"It's nice to see you again Mr. Walker, where have the others run off to?", Dr. Finley questioned, holding a clipboard close to her chest, while her gaze flickered from me to Loyal sympathetically as she tucked a strand of her honey blonde hair behind her ear.

"They ran out for food real quick and should be back any minute" I breathed out, rubbing my hand up and down my face to try and wipe away the exhaustion and frustration, but neither leave as if made permanent.

"Okay well when they arrive, head over to the front desk across the hall and have them page me. I have an update on Ms. Bailey's health status I think you might all want to hear" she revealed walking across the room to check Loyal's vitals and tubes.

"I'm afraid to ask if it's good or bad" I nervously chuckle looking down at my hands, as I tried not to listen to the negative thoughts swirling around in my mind. The more flashbacks that hit me the more I feel like I should have tried harder. If I had paid more attention to my surroundings when we found out where her father was I wouldn't have been knocked out and locked in a damn cage like a damn animal.

"Well, to ease some of your anxiety I will tell you that it is both good and bad," she reveals as she sits down in the chair next to me. She rests a hand on top of mine, and I look up to meet her grey-eyed gaze.

"But on the bright side, she has so much love and support from all of you, and she's in very good hands. I promise" she smiles, reaching for her clipboard again, and standing up. She drops her pen in one of the pockets of her coat, and slings the clipboard under her arm, and leaves while giving me one last reassuring smile over her shoulder.

I look over at her, and my heart starts to ache from all the bruises peppering her face, and the cuts raw on her lips. She has a white bandage wrapped around her forehead to heal the gashes along her head. And yet, she is still so beautiful.