Even before opening his eyes, Collins had a soft smile on his face. As consciousness fully seized him, he became aware of the warmth and softness of the bed…of the feeling of Angel's sleeping frame next to him.
A quick, blurry eyed glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed told Collins that it was 11:43 AM.
We'd slept in…
Today was Saturday. The favorite day of the week for Collins. It was the day that the couple could spend entirely together…or in the company of the rest of the gang. Collins treasured every moment he had with his Angel…he really didn't want to waste another second. Grinning, he rolled over to face his lover…it was time for a morning snuggle.
"Wake up, Angelcake…it's almost noon."
Angel lay there, sleeping like a rock.
So much for being a 'light sleeper'…
Laughing, Collins reached over and gently shook Angel by his shoulder.
"Hey, sleeping beauty…your beast wants to cuddle."
No response.
"Angel?" Collins furrowed his brow, more than a little concerned. He wasn't sure if this was a joke or not. He stared at him, waiting for a playful grin to spread across his features. Instead, Angel remained still. He appeared calm…very peaceful.
"Angel??" The teacher asked louder, a hint of panic in his voice.
When there was no answer, Collins reached out with shaking fingers. He placed them gently on Angel's neck, feeling for a pulse…
He gasped loudly, yanking his hand back sharply…as if from an electric shock. His heart dropped. Angel's skin was cool to the touch…and there was no pulse.
No pulse…
This had to be a nightmare. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think…
Finally, he screamed. This caused his mind to start working again. His head swam with questions….
Angel had been feeling sick and feverish for the past month…and last night was no different. There were a few scary moments….seizures, to be exact. But Angel hadn't experienced one of those in almost two weeks.
He was getting better…
Collins didn't even notice the tears now flowing freely down his face. His mind continued racing…
Giving in to Angel's wishes, Collins had kept him home. Angel hated hospitals, he wanted to stay with his lover. Collins was confused…he'd seen Angel get very ill, only to pull through despite the odds. But that was all in the past, wasn't it? It used to be.
Why now? How can this be?
Practically falling off the bed, Collins groped for the telephone on the nightstand.
Is there any hope of Angel being saved? How long had he been…?
Collins' fingers were trembling so severely, it was a miracle he was even able to dial 911.
THE END
A/N: This is only going to be a oneshot, sorry. I really couldn't stand making this into a long, drawn out soap opera. You get to decide for yourself whether Angel lives or not, I guess.
If you hate this, I understand. But please don't flame me. I realize this is very…sudden in the way it ends…and that it's gross and creepy. But I felt like I had to write it anyway…I wanted to see what I can do. I wanted to push myself, seeing as I never do death scenes. Don't worry…I'm working on several AngelCollins fluff and smut fics right now.
I'm sorry if this fic seemed emotionless and boring. I kind of felt disconnected while writing this one. I guess I wrote it in an attempt to help myself come to terms with Angel's death? (and it didn't work!) ;)
I don't think I ever will come to terms with it. Yeah, I know…how babyish of me. Oh well…