Wounded Soul

Rosetta couldn't help but laugh at Mick's comment as she nuzzled her face into his chest and just felt his arms around her. No matter what happened in life she always had him, and his arms, and his love, that was enough for me. Everything else in life was...an added bonus.

   "We are definitely not too old...not yet anyway. I think we just need more naps...in the day time...together. Yes, that is the cure."

Hearing the same noise Carson did and shooting up from the bed with him Misty wondered behind him, her own self-defense weapon with her. Staying cautious, and alert she slowly followed. Seeing some of the furniture in the house over turned caused her to worry even more on what was going on.

Seeing Alec on the floor her heart broke and she just watched for a long moment as Carson tried to calm him. Seeing it was only making it worse she stepped into the room and placed a hand on Carson shoulder.

   "Don't try and touch him, it will just make it worse at the moment. The best thing we can do it talk to him, let him know it's safe."

Slowly sitting down on the ground Misty crossed her legs and just sat there for a long moment. She just wanted to cry seeing Alec like this. Hadn't he been through enough aleady?

   "Hey, Alec...it's safe. You are at home with Carson and I. You can relax, no one has you, you are safe, you made it out. You are going to be ok."

Looking up once again Destiny smiled and nodded. It hadn't been the most comfortable of places to sit but she had sat in far worse rooms and just waited only having herself to entertain her. Time had seemed to slip by faster here and she just listened to the hustle of everyone. 

   "Ok, thanks, Eli."

Standing Destiny found her way around the floor and cubicles quite well having been there all too often for her own liking. Entering the room and seeing Jett she felt bad but tried to give a little smile. 

   "Hey...let's get out of here and get some ice cream. I hear its one of the best things for a wounded soul."