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I'll stop the world and melt with [you]
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He had been stirred from his oblivious anxiety into urgent determination. As carefully and sofly as he could, Hemming placed Addison's head onto the ground. The words spoken by the healer gave him a direction he had previously lacked, and he set to work on the first order. The scant snow was the material from which Hemming forged a pile to prop her feet up on, and his large hands had worked seemingly without the input of any conscious thought. Her feet were lifted gently onto the pile, and the male was already clutching the bottle that the healer was handing him. As he shook it, he moved closer to her head, kneeling with his folded legs parallel to her body. He moved her head up onto his legs, trying to make her as comfortable as he could before administering the solution.
Holding the side of her face with one hand, the male tipped some of the bottle's contents in her mouth, pausing to place the bottle down beside him and hold Addison's jaw as to cause her to swallow. As soon as it appeared to be down her throat, he gave her another mouthful, holding her head again. "'Kay, Addison, come back now," he coaxed beneath his breath, more as a mantra to himself than to her. In the moments as he waited, her head cradled in his lap, he wondered frantically what she had been doing before she was injured and who she had been with. She had muttered another's name before she realized that it was Hemming, but he didn't remember what it had been. Had the other abandoned her after she had been hurt, or had they left before? The thoughts were quickly cast from his mind - either way, it didn't matter right now. The male couldn't help but feel a twinge of paternal rage, but he kept calm.
He nodded at the healer when she asked if he had done his duties, and he nodded gently, turning his attention back to Addison as he waited for her to wake up.
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