Upon seeing the situation, Marcellus didn't care whether she was willing or not. He reached over with his long arm and pulled her into his arms, noticing her pale face. His expression turned serious, "Are you feeling unwell? We should go to the hospital."
"No," she shook her head. The familiar scent filled her senses, and tears started to well up in her eyes, yet she held them back, "I want to go back..."
Her words trailed off. She had wanted to say 'home', but as the words came to her lips, she realized that she had no home here. With Amir ill and in hospital, she had no one to seek comfort from.
The feelings of loss and loneliness that she had managed to keep at bay for the past two years flooded back, wrapping around her tightly once more.
Marcellus saw her turmoil and regretted what he had let happen. If only he hadn't been upset, if only he had left when she came to look for him, none of the subsequent events would have taken place.
Biting his teeth hard, he bent down and scooped her up, "I know you don't want this, but just from here to the car. After I set you down, I won't touch you again."
Without another word, he started walking briskly toward the restroom exit.
Beryl buried her face in his chest, not wanting to meet the gaze of any of the onlookers.
Half a minute later, Marcellus put her in his car. The soft seat offered her some comfort. Meanwhile, Kevin was stepping out of his car and walking toward them.
Noticing that Beryl was carried out, he realized that something must have happened, "What happened?"
Marcellus didn't answer until after he had closed the car door, his voice low, "Someone laid hands on her. It was close…"
He couldn't finish the sentence, but Kevin understood.
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