Even if I’d had the strength to argue I didn’t want to. As the angel moved in beside me, offering support without just sweeping me into his arms, I felt a fresh rush of gratitude. Affection. So I reached deep for the last of my energy and made my ass >
< way, but now I was selfish enough to take it - to feel the angel’s faith and wrap myself in it to try and keep going. Resting my head on the pillow, I didn’t fuss when the med staff gently reattached the heart monitor and whatever else I’d gladly shed to >
I don’t know why Adrian had so much faith in me. I doubted angel’s just had ‘faith’ to spare, least of all on the broken and the decrepit. But here he was, laying it on me. That trust that I knew what to do; how to get out of this hole.
His hand took >
< steady gaze. “…m’ real glad it’s you, Ad. I… t-thank you…” I manage, wanting to reach out but abstaining. An angel’s wings were sacred. I didn’t want to overstep anything.
As if the emotional onslaught had been the only thing I could stand for the day, I >