Shawn's arms were tight around Beth as she watched the doctor leave their parents' bedroom and speak to her father. The much older man leaned harder against the wall in the hallways as the new was imparted to him.
Brow furrowing, Shawn tried to listen over Beth's quiet sobs. "- sick. . . medicine. . . nothin'. FE-. -Lanta. . . CDC. . ."
"Shawn?" Maggie stood at by them by the stairwell watching their dad and the doctor. None of the siblings spoke for a long time. The only sounds heard were the low rumblings between Hershel and the doctor, who didn't look the best himself.
"They're not talkin' to me, Mags. We'll just have to see." With that he picks up Beth and carries her into her room.
Tucking her in, he pushed a stray hair behind her ear and a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Good nigh', monkey."
She blearily woke up as he carried her into her room. watching the light play over his darker features, those graced unto him by his father, there was a moment he looked at her and her heart jolted.
When he left to fight, sayin' he was bein' called, she missed him. It had felt like there was a piece of her missing. Shawn could be and is overprotective and sometimes even annoying, but in the years she's walked the earth she has never found anyone else that understood her the way he does.
There was a connection between the two of them that transcended the familial connection most siblings growing up together had. She would almost believe he was the other half of her soul.
Shawn sat at the edge of the bed, watching her through concerned green eyes. He knew what the problem with his Ma was and after talking with his father, the older man did not believe him. While a realist, Hershel Greene was blind to things he didn't want to understand. One of which was the old world was fading and something was coming.
He gently pushed an errant strand of hair from Bethy's face. Grabbing his gun at his side he stood and left the room, closing the door with a soft click.