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All of a sudden, Sahira seemed to close in on herself; not just mentally, but physically as well. A haunted look danced behind her normally bright eyes and she tries to take up as little space as possible, clamming up as the disturbing memories flash across her mind like an internal horror film. He doesn't want to leave her there, so Greg pulls a few dozen blankets off the top shelf, unfolds them and hurls them into the corner; he keeps on by his feet to cover them with. Gently, he guides her to the blanket nest and sets her down gently, curling himself next to her. Tears come slowly at first, but then gathered in speed and quantity; he let her cry, she needed this. Greg already knew what this man had done to her, the defence reaction, the pure terror, her body language; all of it spoke louder than any words could. This man had been her abuser, he could have been her uncle, cousin, her father even just a family friend, but the things Greg knew he had done to her were unforgivable, and anger bubbled inside him just thinking about how much Sahira must of struggled when his child abuse had surfaced.
Eventually she cried herself out, the tears finally dried up, not because she wanted them to, but because she physically seemed to have none left. Even though she was no longer sobbing, he still held her close, still whispered words of eternal comfort into her hair, still rubbed her back, and Sahira was thankful. When she finally raised her head and whispered all the things that man had done to her as a child, he kissed her fore head gently. All his worst fears had just been confirmed, this man (her step father) had beaten her every excuse he got, forcing her out of her home when she was just 16, moving to Italy wither mother; leaving Sahira behind to try and pick up the pieces of her shattered life. He desperately wanted to make all the hurt and betrayal and duplicity go away. Everyone had left her so it seemed, and her only comfort had been that he was hours away by flight. So many miles away that it would take him such a long time to track her down. She had purposefully buried her roots, moved from place to place, and only when she met Rafi had she finally settled. But now her marriage was in tatters, her mother hadn't even tried to find her and her abusive step father had come back to haunt her. Her entire life had just fallen apart and Greg seemed to be the only thing holding her down anymore. With all these appalling thoughts buzzing around her head like angry hornets, she fell into a deep but uneasy slumber, so be closely followed by Greg, who was curled around her protectively.
Hanssen was in panic. Jac had come and told him what had happened to Sahira, and when he had enquired on her whereabouts, Jac had sheepishly told him she had no clue where Sahira had vanished to, but that Greg was probably with her. He had Jac and Elliot searching the hospital in attempt of finding her and Mr. Douglas, but they seemed to be getting nowhere. Very suddenly an idea dawned on him and he pulled up the CCTV footage for the day and scanned through it, following Sahira. His heart broke as he watched her sprint terrified from that room and he watched Greg chase after her, he was glad that she had someone who would follow her to the ends of the earth. Greg had pulled her inside a storage cupboard after she had started to cry and she was glad she was safe. He texted Jac their location and regrettably got back to work. The hospital wouldn't run itself.
Jac had just found out the location of Sahira, and idly wondered how Hanssen had found out as she hurried to the specified place. The storage cupboard on Keller. When she softly clicked open the door she was met by a sight that could have been pulled straight from a film. In the far corner there was a massive nest of inoffensive blue that held Sahira. She was curled up very small, her head resting on Greg's chest. Her dark hair was splayed prettily around her like a halo and all her ensemble of facial features were smooth and untroubled. Greg had his arm wrapped around her, holding them close together; he was curled up as well, sleeping peacefully as Sahira was, his face as contented as hers also. They were safe and that was what mattered and Jac desperately didn't want to wake them, so she backed away slowly, closing the door silently before going to call Sahira's husband and soothe Hanssen's troubled mind.