Free RUINING ANGEL by S. Pratt

myself.

    Somebody touches me. The tubes have been removed, one by one from my mouth, arms and chest. There is still something uncomfortable poking up the eye of my cock, but I’m trying not to think about that. Cool fingers find my skin, they are dressing my leg. I must have a cut there. I keep my eyes shut and let them go about their business. They finish, and when silence fills the room once more I pluck up the courage to open my eyes properly for the first time since the accident.

    I’m in the hospital, there’s no doubt about that. Everything is white on white in a small private room. Sheer curtains cover the windows but I can still hear the noise of the outside world. A car passing, rain pouring, people talking – it’s all muffled into this very satisfying hum. My line of vision is straight ahead. I’m lying so very still, assessing which parts of my body hurt the most. The air is so thick with tension that for a moment I’m unaware that I have company.

    Ever so slowly my head turns to the left. My brain throbs terribly with the action and I instantly feel like I want to vomit. My head pounds viciously in my skull and I realize when I look sideways I have double vision in my right eye.

    Two of Bailey is by no means a bad thing, although I’m not sure how I feel about seeing two of everyone else. She sits slumped in the visitor’s chair, neck hanging slackly over the back of it making her look uncomfortable as hell. She’s asleep, but by no means looks peaceful. Seeing two of her compounds her stressed expression, as though she’s so worried that she’s pulling herself apart.

    She looks gaunt, her thin frame even skinnier than I remember. Her eyelids are puffy and red, but it does nothing to diminish her beauty. I still love her, still want her. I’m suddenly aware that I may not look like I used to. Maybe she won’t want me anymore.
    My head still throbs like crazy, but I’m distracted from the pain as she stirs beside me.

    A small groan escapes her lips, her ‘rest’ doing nothing for her neck. Slowly, slowly she opens her eyes and stares straight into mine. She gasps and her hand quickly covers her mouth. Those big blue eyes of hers are wide as saucers, unable to contain her surprise.
    They quickly fill with tears, which gives me pause to think that I really must look a whole lot shittier than I was first expecting. My hand reaches towards my face. I can feel a big scar running down my cheek to my jaw – there are metal staples holding the skin together.
    I suddenly have images of myself looking like Frankenstein.

    ‘Pretty bad, huh?’ My voice can barely get out past my lips. It’s raspy as all hell and I don’t even recognize it as myself talking. She immediately jumps up from her chair and throws her arms around me. It hurts like hell, but there is no way I’m asking her to stop. I close my eyes and breathe in her scent. My Bailey. She’s here.
    She’s waiting. She loves me – still.

    ‘Don’t you dare, Angel. You’re just as handsome as you always were,’ she whispers.
    ‘I’m gonna be a lot of hard work to fix, aren’t I?’
    ‘I don’t care. I’m here – I’ll always be here. Don’t you think for a second that this is going to push me away. You’ve been doing that yourself all these years and you promised me that nothing is going to change your mind about us anymore. No more pushing me away.
    You promised.’ She sounds like she is trying to convince herself more than me. I can feel her wet tears on my cheeks, sliding down my neck.

    ‘I love you more than my own life, you know that?’ I rasp.
    ‘I know. I feel exactly the same way about you.’ Her words buzz around me, making me feel better than any morphine or rehab possibly could. I would later find out that I’d been in an induced coma for almost a month but I felt like life was just beginning.

    CHAPTER SIXTEEN – Honeymoon

    It hasn’t been easy. Some days I just wanted to stay in bed and skip the rehab