Chapter 2: Don't Leave

The first thing I smell is his cologne. The first thing I hear is his light snoring. When I finally get the strength to open my eyes, I see him. He's sitting in a chair next to me. He's looks so innocent and pure when he's asleep. It takes me a minute to realize he's not the only one in the room. It takes me minute to realize that my Mom and the boys are here. Asleep. It takes me a minute to realize that here, is the hospital. I began to breathe frantically and Angel must hear it because he jerks awake with a worried and relieved look on his face. "What happened " My voice is raspy and quiet. I look up and Angel looks pissed. Like really pissed. What happened to that gentle look that he just had? "What the fucking hell is wrong with you" Ok. Forget pissed he's furious. He doesn't curse at all and his jaw his slightly trembling. "What do you mean?" My voice is quiet cause I am shocked. Now he's all in my face, breathing extremely hard. He looks like he's about to cry. Angel doesn't cry. What the hell happened? "When you and Prince were fighting you hit your head on a rock nearby" He pauses "You hit your head pretty damn hard. When you passed out there was blood everywhere. We thought you were gonna die." A single tear falls on his right cheek. The next thing I know he's pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. He looks so calm its scary, like the calm before a storm. "Why didn't you say anything?" He looks me dead in the eye. He looks as if he wants to hug me but also wants to kill me. Instead he just kisses my forehead again. He walks out of the room. I gather the little strength I have and I swing my legs off the bed. I try to grab the bed railing for support but I miss. I'm falling. I'm waiting to hit the floor. Instead I feel his arms around my midsection. I turn to face him on shakey legs and trembling hands. God, he's beautiful. I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper "Please don't leave" He looks at me as if I just said "I love you" but he says "Ok" He carries me to the bed and he slides beside me. He slides the blanket up to my neck and he kisses it softly and then he whispers "My Saint" I don't have the energy to decipher what it means. What came in the morning I wish I had the energy for.