A Letter of Love
Disclaimer: I own no one!
Pairing: Angel/Collins
Summary: Angel is dying. Collins finally gets the nerve to leave her alone in the hospital, even if it's just to grab a bite to eat. This is her letter to him.
A/N- Consider this is a ficlet.
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To My Beloved Baby Boy,
Baby Boy- Angel's name for Collins, since just after they'd met. Angel knew Collins secretly loved it, even though he pretended to hate it.
Mimi has dragged you to get lunch, after finding out you've neglected all food and water except your AZT for the past three days.
His eyes drifting to the empty plastic chair, Angel couldn't believe Collins had stayed as long as he had, three days with little food or water. He had also slept very little…Did that count as devoted?
My head hurts. I'm nauseous. I want to eat without having to worry about making my mouth sores bleed.
When was the last time he had felt well? When was the last time he had been without pain? When was the last time he hadn't been confined like a caged animal?
I want to feel the sun on my face, even though it would be risking my life. I want to lounge in the warm weather, in your arms. I'm not going to be around next year. What's the point in wanting to protect me?
His hand drifted to a scabbed over lesion. He didn't want to begin to imagine what he looked like. Collins had covered all mirrors in the room, wanting Angel to concentrate on "getting better".
Time is now my worst enemy. We only have a few precious weeks together, if that. Spend them with me. Enjoy them. Don't waste the little time we have left.
He wanted to be disconnected from all machines. He wanted IV medications to stop. He just wanted to be able to enjoy the rest of his life with his beloved.
My eyes grow heavy, my Love. All I want to do is sleep. Yet, I'm waiting for you. Since the one thing I miss more than anything is sleeping in your arms.
It seemed like his "awake" time grew less and less. Why? Why couldn't he spend the time he had left awake? Why did he always need to sleep?
I love you.
Your Angel.
He knew he was tired, mainly since his thoughts were beginning to repeat. His mind always managed to ramble, when he was tired. Sealing the envelope, he settled his head on the pillow. He was almost too tired to think.
The next thing he knew was Collins holding him tight, softly sobbing.
Fin