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"Stay with me." Amelia leaned closer to Warren. She looked at him curiously, her fingers reached to trace his face, corners of his jaw until she touched his lips.570Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcgGg9Jl2D
He cleared his throat but the words still came out raspy. He stumbled a little. "Wait here. I'll be back." He tried to slip away from her hold and only managed to pull away slightly.
"You said you wouldn't leave. Why are you leaving?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and young.
He sat on the edge of the bed looking from the ground to her eyes. "I'm not leaving." His eyes shot to the clock on the nightstand. "It's late. Stay here, I'm just going to get you a rag."
Amelia raised her eyebrow. She pulled his body closer to her and licked her lips. "I don't need it. I need you."
Warren moved to her ear. "I'm not leaving you. I promise. Please stay here."
When he slowly pulled away he noticed her eyes closing. He used this as his moment to slip his hand from hers and back away from the bed.
"Come back to me my Prince." There was that word again. Maybe she really was imagining things, he thought.
Warren quickly dodged out of the room and went to the linens to grab a small cloth. When he soaked it under the cold water he began thinking about what Moira said. He started to worry about all the ramifications attached to Amelia now. Who was she? What was she turning into? He couldn't help but feel this was his fault.
He closed the tepid water and squeezed out the rag until it was semi damp. He was so worried now he could barely stand without quivering. Who knows what he really did to her? He thought of the consequences before, but she was dying. He just had to. His heart gave out when he saw her. She was so close to leaving, he could feel it. He didn't have much time to think about it he just did it. But now, she's…it was almost like she absorbed his abilities nearly making them a part of her. He could feel her strength nearly overpowering his when she struggled. This wasn't possible.
Of course it may have been possible but then that would mean she would also have the gift of absorption; a rare genetic mutation not even known to the mutant community. You hear stories here and there of people, but it was always rumor. There was a girl in Mississippi on the news that still raises eyebrows and now she is a runaway; the police were still looking for her after they found her boyfriend contracting seizures.
Warren shook his head hard. If Amelia had this special kind of ability then it needs to be protected. She needs to be protected. Hopefully Dr. MacTaggert will know more through DNA sampling. It's the only way to dissect the real issue here and bring about some answers in a sea of multifaceted confusion.
Amelia began to moan suddenly and turned her face slight over. Warren stared at her once again, the cloth making his hands a prune-like texture as he took a deep breath. He had never been so scared of anything in his life. Approaching her again would have to be subtle. He didn't know what to expect from her, he may possibly have a fight on his hands. He had to be quiet, silky.
He approached her still frame as quietly as he could. Her face titled, she opened her eyes, a sparkling pink streamed out. He hoped the color wasn't tied to worry.
"Hmm, I don't want you to leave. Come…sit here." She said gently, trying to move down to make room for him.
Warren just watched her. He kept his head down and prayed, softly until he felt it ok to look up. The rag in his right hand, making it feel numb. He almost dropped it when he noticed he was hanging on by the edge. "Amelia I—"
He looked up and stared into her eyes, now a soft, flickering blue. Oh no, she could change again quickly. He shut off the lamp suddenly. He cleared his throat, threw the rag on the side and crawled next to her tranquil body. His wings were tucked out of the way; he didn't want to take any chances. The clock read 2:33am. Warren's mind felt burned out. All he really wanted to do was relax. It was a good thing she was calm enough to commit. He hoped he didn't have to worry about any more episodes for the rest of the night.
When he situated himself finally in a comfortable position, she crawled right into the empty space. She could be feeling the drowsiness from the injection. Either way, he felt just as drained. She clung to his chest as if she might break if she let go. He held her closer when he felt her even-breathing commence. His body finally begun to relax with the rhythm of her melodic senses.
He knew there was so much to explain, so much to worry about. Come morning that is...He knew the barrage of questions that will spill from her mouth when she opens her eyes. He could sense her worry. They are connected now. Blood to blood. Mind to thoughts. Warren had felt empathy for others before but never like this. Amelia awoken something inside him that he can't get passed.
He wanted to be her protector, and if anyone knows Warren, he always protected his friends.
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