Enter the babysitter

[Mew Sadira]

Eh, I haven't asked you about this one, but it is okay because I stink and you wuff me? Mew needs to do nice things now.
Word Count: 613 - SoSuWriMo

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The bandages on her head were wound tight over her missing ear, and it ached terribly whenever she moved or spoke, and sometimes even when she used the muscles around her eyes on that side. Mew was alone in the room, now, not the living room but a different, separate part of this house she had lived in for a while now. She had asked to be alone for a while, and she had called for Alexey and Conor to come by yesterday. Of course, not called, not howled. The sound itself would probably make her pass out, if it rung in her skull when it felt like it was in a thousand pieces. Apparently, it was not in a thousand pieces, but her brain thought so anyway. Hanna said that the damage was not lethal, but it certainly felt lethal. The pain was sometimes unbearable, but today it was not so bad. Good timing, because if her message had reached her friend and her nephew, they should come here today at some point. This was why she was on her own — she didn't want Hanna to hear what she had to say. Mew owed her aunt so much that words were not enough to describe it, but this was the second time (or the third, even) that she had saved her from death. She had felt only relief the other times, but this time much heavier thoughts stalked her. What if she had died? It was not a constructive thought in itself, not to her, but to her children, it was. She needed to know that someone would care for them, if she should die. Given that she had just barely bested death so many times, always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the pack was at war with Inferni at the moment (or so she had learned), it wasn't really unneccessary either. But she did not want Hanna to care for them; she wanted them to stay in Dahlia de Mai. To ask that much of Hanna, to force her to stay here and abandon her AniWayan life to pick up the pieces of Mew's, was something she could not do. But Conor and Alexey were Dahlians, and Alexey had cared so much for the little two boys (and apparently she was caring for another litter of children), that Mew was certain. Alexey should be the one, if she was willing, of course. Conor had been called for a different reason altogether. She would not be able to teach him for a while, and so she had a gift for him instead; something he could sit and wonder over until she was well enough to teach him again. That is, if he still needed teaching, by that point!       The big book lay by her side, and she was propped up along the wall with some old pillows and bundles of clothing. She was not useless; she could walk a little and such, but it was very tiring. She did not like to been seen this way, but she trusted her dear friend, and she trusted Haku's son even if her baby brother was not the same. A sting of guilt remained in her heart, for she had not called for Emwe. She did not know if she could handle that many at once, but she could call him another day. Sometimes it was too much just to have her children around, even if they were on their best behavior, and even if sometimes all they did was lie still next to her. Mew was tired, that much was easy to see. But she was alive.

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