|"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.|
Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.
"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.
The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.
He fell to his other knee, still thankfully keeping a hold of the baby, her cries growing louder.
"Why are you doing this? Why cant I be happy for once?! Just for a moment…"
Grell curled up, back to the cupboards and gently rocked the baby, trying to sooth her.
"Give me the child, Sutcliff, and you can return. Keep the child and you forfeit your place in our Realm."