Mr. Brightside

She smiled, relaxing a bit as he played with her before, “he could be quite terrible though. We don’t know him, what if he’s some kind of mafia boss or something? Gang lord.” She smiled not picturing the man she had found images of as either of those things. Her brows raised and she smiled, “and so do you, but knowing that you are here and with me gives me so much more relief than you could ever imagine.”

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Arthur raised an eyebrow towards Madelyn and shook his head. “Right...well if he is either one of those then I must be the King of England.” He said with a grin. “I’m glad I can do that for you my love and I am so happy that we have come this far and you can finally meet the man who makes up half of you. I’m sure he is going to be lovely. But if not, I will take you back home and we never have to think of him again, ok?”

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She nodded gently using it to bury her nose against his neck. Just having him close would make her feel so much better. She listened to him and her fingers drew circles in his back as she gently nodded. “What if he’s horrible? What if I give my kidney to a horrible man?” She smiled and took a deep breath, “I am more happy and loved than I could ever be right now.” Because of him, Arthur had been a safe place to call home for longer than she had even realized. He was comfort, love, and all the things you wanted in the word home, he was all of them in a person.

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Arthur offered her a small smile as he let his hands move to play with her hair. “There is no way that he can be horrible because you are half of him and you my dear are not horrible.” He looked into her eyes and pressed his lips to hers for just a moment. “Good. You deserve all the happiness.” He answered, grasping her hands with his. He honestly had no clue how he had managed to get Madelyn in his life but he would be forever grateful that he had. 

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Madelyn gently nodded, “I want you there but I want to do it myself too.” She was conflicted with everything about this whole situation. “Yeah, here is your father.. he needs a kidney. Isn’t really the best way to meet your father.” She smiled at him though, her nose crinkling at him. “It’s really rude how you turn it into this amazing opportunity and make it where I’m no longer terrified.” She smiled pressing a kiss to his nose, “It’s upsetting how you can turn everything around.”

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“Well I will go with you to the hospital but wait outside the room, how about that?” Arthur said softly and nodded. “I know it’s not but this is what is happening and it’s not what you or I would chose but here we are.” He smiled softly towards her, arms wrapping themselves around her. “I just want you to be happy and feel loved and never anything else, you deserve that much.”

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“You can’t make me go.” She smirked her brows raising in defiance as she curled in on herself on the couch, grabbing a blanket to pull around herself. The journey here had been a scary one already, but even more so finding out not only was the man that is supposed to be her father here but also that he was laying in a hospital bed after being shot.

Some how she was needed to someone she didn’t even know. His life rested in her decision to help or not and as she thought about how she could decide his fate her eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to be the one to make this choice.” Her lips drooping into a pout as she tried to hide her whimper, “I don’t even know him and I have to choose to save his life or not.” She sniffled, wiping her nose across the sleeve of her sweat shirt, “it’s cruel.”

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Arthur wasn’t quite sure how he could help Madelyn make this decision as it was a deeply personal one she would have to make. All he could do was try to comfort her the best he could and maybe try to tell her what he would do in that situation but he wasn’t sure of what he would do either so even that wasn’t helpful to her. “I know, it’s entirely not fair to you.” He said as he pressed a small kiss to her forehead. “I don’t know him either so I cannot atest to what kind of man he is. I know you’ve not met him even once but to be fair to him, he doesn’t even know you exist yet.” He sighed, taking her hand into his.

“Do you want me to go with you? Strength in numbers?” Arthur suggested, eyebrows raised slightly at the question. “I know it’s not how you planned on meeting him, if you ever did, but the fact is that he’s been very obviously gravely injured and needs help and you, my sweet, are the kindest, most loving, loyal, and giving person I’ve ever met.” He looked at her. “And I think you owe it to yourself to give yourself the best chance to get to know him possible which would mean giving a part of yourself to him. I will be right with you the whole time, I promise.”