Angel's health was slowly decreasing day by day. She was no longer dressing in drag. She found it hard to do simple everyday tasks. But never once did Collins, or anyone else, hear her complain.

Not long after she could not leave the house anymore, with the exception of Life Support just once a week. Though, she found it purely exhausting between all the walking, the subway trips, and just sitting there watching the rest of the group members slowly decline as she was also. But not once did Collins or anyone else she her shed a tear for her lost abilities.

For all the things Angel couldn't do, Collins realized more and more how much strength and courage Angel had.

There were so many things Angel's plummeting health were to Collins, but the one that stood out was beauty.


Sorry everything I do is so short; I'm working on some rather long one shots and even a series. Egads, just the thought of me writing something over about 700 words excites me, and shows that my life is too pathetic for words. . .