The Guardian Angel

"No," Calvin uttered in protest to the distance that Chase had put between the pair. Such warmth her presence had provided him with, that the air was made unbearably cold in her absence. But the single word "no" hadn't had the same effect that he had originally intended it to have; in Calvin's state of despair, the strength that would normally back such a order had been lost, and the word had fallen flat. He rolled his arm out upon the bed that had once belonged to Chase, before the roles had been reversed, and reached towards her.

"Please," he begged in a hushed tone.

It was becoming increasingly important that Chase learn to read the emotions and gestures that Calvin made alongside his speech, for his voice had become so quiet that it was very nearly nonexistent.

Not my voice box! Oh no, no, no - please, don't be broken, Calvin pleaded inwardly. For what would Calvin Ransom be, without that nasally, obnoxious voice of his? Certainly not the man that he had been when he'd first set foot in St. Mungo's that morning.

"Owie, owie, owie..." Calvin murmured repetitively, until he could no longer do so. His drying lips proceeded to move against each other in response to his pain, forming that single complaint, but not another sound was made.

Chase realized what he wanted, and immediately she crawled back into bed with him, pulling him to her, and holding him close. "Shhhh... it's okay Calvin... It's okay.. I'm here.." She said softly, holding onto him. It had been to long since she had been able to say that, say ANYTHING to him for that matter. To long indeed. She had been so cold, and distance, that having him right there, pressed up against her, and even though he was upset, and in pain, he was with her, and that was what mattered to Chase.

"Shhh.." She hummed softly, and held him close "It's okay Calvin." She whispered, as though talking to a child, but she knew that he was no child, he was hers.. and hers only. He was her life, her future, her strength, and her greatest weakness as well. He was the world to her, and she didn't want him hurt. So she held him close, curled up with him in bed, her hair falling over his shoulder as she tucked his head in close to her chest and let him listen to her heart beat, trying to calm him down, trying to get him to stay with her, to focus on something, the vibrations deep in her chest from her humming slowed, and then stopped, until the only sound in the room was their breathing, and Calvin's sniffling.