his rough, scarred, warm hand cradled your soft face as he held you tightly. His dark brown eyes frantically looking over you

*”come on, I got you baby girl” with a soft grunt he picked you up from the bed, looking around for any fireflies preventing him from taking you away.

”I got you”

nobody was taking you away from him. he would never allow the world to do that again. Even if you were the key to the infection he couldn’t bare you dying for the worlds sake- you are his everything.