When I woke up the next morning, Patch was still wrapped around me; his arms secure around me. I sighed; I couldn't believe that he was all mine, for eternity. Patch felt me moving, and slowly opened his eyes. "Morning, angel." Patch whispered. "Morning." I responded. My stomach was surprisingly feeling better, and I smiled to myself; my nephiliem blood was kicking in.

"Feeling better?" Patch asked me as he pulled me closer to him. "Much better." I mumbled to him. Patch then took my hand and kissed it a couple of times, and I giggled at his playfulness. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Patch whispered. I sighed heavily, I really tried to forget the whole forest incident, I really did, but with Patch around, I keep seeing his face when I almost faded away.

"I'm sorry." I whispered softly. Patch then had a look of confusion on his face. "For what?"

"I'm sorry that, that had to happen to you, to us," I explained. I felt it again, I felt the urge to sob, but I kept it in. Patch then kissed my forehead softly.

"All I care about is that you're okay. Period." I smiled at Patch's words as I tried to collect myself again. Then I placed my head back down on Patch's chest, and listened to his deep, even breathing. We layed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's sound of us breathing together. After a while, a nurse entered our room, and told me that I could go home, since my wound had healed so well. Patch and I then collected my stuff, and exited the hospital. Patch then lead me to his black jeep, and opened the side door for me.

"Thank you." I said playfully as I slide into the jeep passenger seat. "You're very welcome, my angel." When Patch closed the door softly, I looked into the back of his car, and remembered the horrible things that happened back there. Ugh. Then Patch sat next to me and noticed me staring at the back seats, and cocked his head.

"I washed the seats, not a stain left." Patch teased, trying to lighten the mood, but my eyes stayed planted to the back seats, remembering.

"Hey, angel, are you okay?" Patch asked my worriedly. I turned my head towards Patch and nodded my head slowly; trying to look convincing that I was okay, but I wasn't.

When Patch and I arrived at my house, my mom was waiting for us at the front door. "Hey sweetie, how are you doing?" My mom asked me as she hugged me lightly. "Fine." I whispered to her. Patch was standing behind me, and was waiting for my mom to notice him.

"Oh, hi Patch." My mom greeted as she raised her head from my shoulders. "Hello, Miss Grey." Patch tried to sound friendly, and caring, but my mom was not a big fan of my bad-ass boyfriend. For a couple of seconds, my mom just stared at Patch, and I had to make a small sound in my throat to remind her that she was just standing there blankly.

"Oh, well, I'm leaving to go to the office for a last minute conference, so, I guess you guys could hang out here for a while," My mom pointed towards the kitchen, not my bedroom. I was so receiving the mom code, meaning, No boys upstairs! I sighed as I got that look from my mother's eyes. "I'll call you in a hour, okay?" My mom asked me.

"Okay." With that, my mom left the house, leaving Patch and I, alone.