Hey everyone!! Well, first off, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my two reviewers(as of 12:44 at night), anon and clairlz. Thank you! Oh, and anon, I had no idea that the whole thing was in one paragraph; thank you so much for letting me know! I have no idea while it did that...clairlz, glad you like it; I'll try my hardest to keep it interesting. :}

Now, for what you all came to see, chapter two of Suicide Angel. (All the usual disclaimers apply.)

Chapter Two

She would wake up to a world of medication, IVs, and the color white. He sat at her bedside, his chin on his fists and his eyes bend on her. Her wristband proclaimed her Scotia Lorzetta, but for Josef Kosten, it wasn't the name that was important.

It was the girl.

While Mick had stepped out with the doctor, he'd remained in the room. He didn't understand why, if anyone ever asked. He'd never gotten involved with human affairs since...the 1600s. But Scotia, this girl was different.

He thought back to yesterday. He'd been discussing Sarah with Mick. It had been a few months since Sarah had finally died, and Mick, in his caring nature, had barely let Josef from his sight. He was rather rash. Seeing Scotia had sparked something in Josef, something he couldn't explain.

He continued to look at her. Her brown hair was clumped around her face, and her skin was rather pale, but he thought she was still quite beautiful. There was a bridge of freckles across her nose, and her lips were round. Her frame was thin, but it was also the remains of curvy exterior. At least, that's what Josef surmised. She didn't remind him of Sarah, but she was still just as captivating.

Mick re-entered the room. Closing the door behind himself, he said, "The doctor's putting her on suicide watch."

"How long?"

"72 hours." Mick sat down. "Is she awake?"

Josef shook his head. "She's stirred, but nothing more."

"Don't think it."

Josef look away from Scotia long enough to glance at his friend. "Think what?"

"Why she'd want to kill herself. It's not our business, and some people just don't want to be alive."

"Thank you for the bleak outlook."

Mick shrugged. "Truth is truth."

They sat there in silence for the next few moments. Finally, Josef, clearing his throat, whispered, "Since we're on the truth... I don't think I can handle another death."

Mick frowned. :You know, you don't have to stay here. You're in no way obligated to watch over her. She's my neighbor; I found her."

"Yeah, what did you tell the doctors about that?"

"She hadn't gotten the paper outside her door, so I tried to take it in to her." They didn't question it. He paused. "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes, I just want to know why a girl, who barely looks like she's out of high school, thinks she has nothing to live for."

"Teenagers. you remember that age, right?"

"Of course I remember being 19, Mick. It's only been a few centuries, everything about me has changed. Why wouldn't I remember?"

Mick scoffed. "Good ol' sarcastic Josef. That hasn't changed."

Just then a nurse entered. Smiling somberly, she introduced, "I'm Lisa, the nurse in charge of Miss Lorzetta. May I ask your relation?"

"Neighbors."

Lisa nodded. "Um, okay, you were the ones who brought her in, I take it? Have you noticed anything strange in the past the two or three days?"

"Yeah, she tried to kill herself."

The nurse gave an exasperated look. "Besides that." Mick thought, but he came up with nothing. He didn't talk to Scotia; how was he supposed the notice anything out of the norm with her? "Tests show that she was a victim of rape."

Josef and Mick both exhaled sharply at the same time. Rape. Mick, with his I-don't-hurt-innocents attitude, it was obvious why he was angered. Josef...Josef didn't get angry at much unless it was a person taking his money. Then he was mad. But now the two shared a common ground of hatred.

"Rape?" Mick repeated, looking at Scotia.

"Well, we assume it to be. There was also bruising on her legs and around her ribcage."

"Assumptions aren't something doctors should make." Josef stood, and left the room in a rush. His jaw clenched and his fingers flexed and his mind was in a blurry state.

As he left, Mick excused him: "We're late for a meeting. I'll be back later." Then, nodding to Lisa, he excused himself.

That's all for now! I'll try to update daily, but I have another FF I'm working on that's still in its early stages (if you're curious, hint, it's for Star Trek). At worst, expect to see a new update once a week. I should go now, cause my bunny...well, it likes to eat the wallpaper. Don't judge!

RaR(read and review),

Miss Andiee Lomlay