Anchored Hearts
Her breaths grew heavy and desperate for air as the serene atmosphere contradicted her physical state. The silence robbed her of her sense of hearing, giving her the illusion that she can no longer hear. Her throat was dry and hoarse as she forced herself to swallow her thick heated saliva that sat in the bay of her mouth. Her body was wrapped in horrendous pain that subsided occasionally to a numb feeling. Her memory was robbed but fragments of this night's events gave her a shady grasp of what had happened to cause her to be in such state. Her green orbs struggled to focus and remain open as what her vision provided resembled that of a patient's room in a city hospital.
"Angel," her voice whispered harshly. Once her ears heard what she said, her eyes welled up in tears. They spilled over the edge and rolled down the sides of her damaged skin. Her chest trembled with every tear that slid down. Her lips quivered with soft sobs that emitted lightly, "Where are you?" She asked herself, twisting her head to the side so that her face was parallel to the open door. She blinked tightly, speeding up the process of her tears to slip out before she could see properly. Across from her room, she saw another not too far from her. Her jaw shivered as she slightly lifted her upper body up onto her elbow. She leaned forward just a bit so that her eyes can give her a clear image of what's in that other room.
Once her vision gave her mind the proper sight, she pushed through the pain as she slid herself out of bed. She gritted her teeth tightly as she just managed to stand on her two feet. She ripped out all the IV tubes and mechanisms that were potentially keeping her body alive. She cringed slightly before using the walls as her support. She felt her heart beat weakly in her chest as her legs wobbled, struggling to support her weight. She managed to shuffle herself to the entrance of her hospital room. She could now clearly see that the person in the other parallel to hers was in fact, Angel.
"A-Angel," she sighed out with a sympathetically sad voice. She knew that with her current physical state, she could not walk any further without some sort of wall to keep her stable. But with her stubbornness and strong will, she just had to reach Angel's room even if it's the last thing she does. Her bare foot wavered to take a step forward as the wounds that scattered around her body tore open painfully due to the force she's exerting out on that simple gesture. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as the sudden realization that there are no doctors or nurses in the premises.
She lifted herself from the frame of the door as she took another step forward in the direction of Angel's room. She managed to stabilize her stance as she slowly took a couple more steps. Tears streamed down her cheeks once again as her sobs grew loud. She felt so petty, so helpless. She's never been in such a state where she's so vulnerable. Her cry, it wasn't out of pain but of regret—out of shame and embarrassment seeing as how her physical and emotional state was just pathetic. Her arms lifted to the point where her hands could wipe away those tears. She sub-consciously continued to walk before her legs gave out. She fell down onto the ground with her arms protecting her face out of reflex. Her upper body just managed to pass into Angel's room as her cries echoed off the floor.
She lied there, feeling immense pain wrack through her body. The tears she produced drenched the ground as the sound of a steady 'beep' could be heard. Her entire foundations shook and trembled as her heart felt as though it could give out any second.
"Don't… cry…" Spoke a rough but calming voice, "Aubrey…" The said woman lifted her head to look up at the face that gave her a smile. It was a smile she yearned to see for once in her life but when he's smiling in this type of situation—it was just too heart-breaking.
Aubrey slowly lifted herself up, finding the sudden strength to move her torn self. She sat herself by Angel's side on his bed as her eyes examined the Latino's scratches and wounds.
"I'm so sorry." She voice forced out as she broke down once more. All he did was smile which twisted the Caucasian's feelings, "Angel…" She placed a steady hand on his cheek as her fingers traced his features. Angel craned his hand up to place it on top of Aubrey's to show some sort of comfort—to show her that nothing was her fault and that everything will be alright. He knew it in his heart that tomorrow will be a better day but she didn't. And he knew now that it was his job to make sure that she knows what he does.
"I'm so sorry," She repeated as she leaned down to press her quivering lips upon his. Their kiss was brief but full of needed warmth. She pressed her forehead against his as her tears slid onto the Latino's face. She shook her head as she continued to speak, "This is all my fault… I'm so sorry."
"Stop apologizing, mi amor." Angel replied, kissing her lips once more before moving slightly to the side so that the Caucasian can join him on the single bed. She obliged, lying down facing him. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as her face was buried in his chest, "We'll be alright." He said, combing his fingers through her hair in a protective gesture.
"We're a mess, Ange. And it's all because of me." She stuttered in between sobs. He hushed her calmingly, pulling her close.
"Let's just… Be grateful that we're still breathing." Angel avoided saying anything too sensitive and Aubrey sensed that. She knew that she was to blame and so did he. Angel just thought that instead of being the jerk, he'd just be the one to comfort her in her time of need. He was in more pain than she was but if the roles were reversed, he couldn't live with himself. In a way, he was happier that he was hurting more than she was because he knows that she's weak when like this. For her, he'd do anything. And this time, those words lived up to their meaning.
Author's Note: I wanted to try something new. I apologise for any grammatical errors etc.
I was hoping that the expression or feeling that you get when finishing this is, "What the hell happened."
If not, then I failed. Anyways, the next chapter will be about what happened to cause them to be in the state they are now in.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, Harmonix does.
