11. His Achilles Heel (bwwm) Completed #Wattys2016

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She felt him before he even reached her. He was the one who removed the restraint on her other arm slowing her to use both hands this time doing exactly what she wanted.
"Take a look at your boys because this is the last time you are going to ever see them," she said as both men were shoved forward closer to their father.
"You take a good look at you daddy, because this is goodbye," she said as Carlos senior tried to remove her hands only making her tighten her hold as they heard a cracking sound watching the old man go limp in her arms as she let him go watching him crumble to the floor.

Before both boys could react they were knocked making them fall to the ground. She stood in the same spot her legs trembling as Marcel reached out for her before she collapsed.
"I knew you would come," she smiled feeling the warmth he provided.
"I will always come looking for you, no matter what," he whispered scooping her up and holding her close.
"Is she okay?" She heard her brother ask.
"Neil. I told them they poked a bear," she smiled. "They just didn't want to listen," she said as Neil smiled at her.
"You will teach them a lesson, but first I need you to get back on your feet," he said kissing her forehead just as her papa walked towards them.

"The happy place works," she muttered as Marcel looked confused.
"You are going to be alright my child. The happy place always works," her papa beamed with pride.

Settling in the car he never let her go, holding her in his arms.
Once he entered their house his mother gasped in shock seeing her broken state tears clouding her vision.

Marcel's heart was racing as he slowly undid the shirt she wore. Peeling it from her body she shifted slightly fighting off the pain but failing to hide this from him as he saw the numerous cuts and burns stopping when she cried out in pain as some parts of the cloth clung to her flesh making it hard for him to remover the shirt. His hands curled into fists as he saw her pained expression.
Alexis entered the room with her kit asking him to step aside as she stilled in shock looking at Nyasha's wounds before going into action.
That night he did not sleep as he held her in his arms. Waking her up every two hours or so just as Alexis had ordered him to do.

"Marcel," she whispered startling him awake as he looked at her.
"Nyasha what's wrong?" He asked noticing her soaked body. She was burning up tremendously. "Get me the doctor!" He yelled quickly reaching for the trash can as she heaved into it. After she was finished Alexis arrived examining her with a worried look.

"Her fever is too high which could be as a result of the infection from her wounds. I will prescribe some pain medication for her but she cannot breastfeed until her system clears up," she said checking her pulse.
"As long as she gets better," he said in a hard tone.
"She will get better," Alexis smiled.

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"I am going to kill those fools," he thought to himself holding her close as he placed a cold towel on her forehead.
"Not yet," she said drifting off to sleep before he could say anything a faint smile forming on his lips. She knew him so well they did not need words to know the others thoughts.

A week later her fever broke just as her wounds became bearable. He was downstairs preparing a meal for them when she silently walked into the kitchen wrapping her arms around his abdomen resting her cheek on his back as he became still. He relaxed when she placed a kiss on his back, turning around to face her.

"Good morning beautiful," he said in a husky voice as she watched his muscles bunch up with ever movement.
"Good morning," she smiled with a tired sigh.
"Come here," he said directing her to a chair.
Dishing out their breakfast he sat across from her gently taking her hands in his as he prayed. He didn't touch his food as he waited for her to try hers. Picking up the fork she took a bite of her eggs giving him a smile of approval.
"Where are you going?" She asked him as he stood up moving towards her.
Pulling her up he took her seat pulling her onto his lap.
"The distance was killing me," he said as she looked at him in question.
He went on to feed her from his plate as they shared their meal together.