Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2009 16:01:14 GMT -5
She could feel his arms wrap around her, increasing the pressure upon her torso. But his was not like hers, crushing upon her upper body. No, his was much gentler, comforting with the intent to soothe her raging emotions. Arms were firmly cradling her.
Blurry vision set on him as he spoke. She shook her head lightly as she rested her head against the side of his neck, hiding her face. His words calmed her frantic cries until she was lightly gasping from crying. Arms around her torso slowly loosened. Her hands trembled as her long fingers wrapped around one of his arms.
Mikaela’s mind filled with deep depression slowly comprehended the words Connor’s lips were forming as he spoke calmly to her. No, her father wasn’t the wolf that attacked her. It was some sick version of him. His intelligent mind consumed with the sickness led to a person she didn’t recognize. And Connor was right; her father wouldn’t want to live like that.
“I feel like there should be something more I could have done besides…” she winced a little, unable to finish her sentence. Her father was a doctor after all. She could have looked through his medical books for a cure, something. But the harsh reality sank in. This disease was no different than the rabies that normal animals got and when they were diagnosed there was no other way but to put the animal down.
She looked up at Connor and shook her head. Cheeks cool with tears, but there were few running down her cheeks now. Her breaths were more even now. The she-wolf picked her head up from the curve of Connor’s neck. She brushed her lips lightly across his cheek. “Thank you…” she whispered. She rested her head against his chest again, allowing the depression and guilt to roll off her chest.
Blurry vision set on him as he spoke. She shook her head lightly as she rested her head against the side of his neck, hiding her face. His words calmed her frantic cries until she was lightly gasping from crying. Arms around her torso slowly loosened. Her hands trembled as her long fingers wrapped around one of his arms.
Mikaela’s mind filled with deep depression slowly comprehended the words Connor’s lips were forming as he spoke calmly to her. No, her father wasn’t the wolf that attacked her. It was some sick version of him. His intelligent mind consumed with the sickness led to a person she didn’t recognize. And Connor was right; her father wouldn’t want to live like that.
“I feel like there should be something more I could have done besides…” she winced a little, unable to finish her sentence. Her father was a doctor after all. She could have looked through his medical books for a cure, something. But the harsh reality sank in. This disease was no different than the rabies that normal animals got and when they were diagnosed there was no other way but to put the animal down.
She looked up at Connor and shook her head. Cheeks cool with tears, but there were few running down her cheeks now. Her breaths were more even now. The she-wolf picked her head up from the curve of Connor’s neck. She brushed her lips lightly across his cheek. “Thank you…” she whispered. She rested her head against his chest again, allowing the depression and guilt to roll off her chest.