Time skip: 2 weeks
Miss Aubrey POV
The last two weeks have been a disaster for me. I still couldn't believe that guy was still in the coma. I kept having nightmares. The most horrific one was when he died. I don't want to think that. The nightmares got even worse. I kept thinking would he come out of it. A call disturbed my thoughts. It was from the doctors. They told me to come now, its urgent.
I came in a matter of minutes. They told me he woke up. I was just on the floor crying. Not from sadness, but joy. They told me I could go see him. I went in and saw him smiling.
"Hi"
"Hi" he said.
"What's your-".
"Thank you for saving me. It's Angel. You?"
I couldn't believe he read my mind. "It's Miss Aubrey. You're welcome."
"Why did those guys beat you up?" I asked. He was pretty banged up. He had a huge hit to the head. Bruises on his torso and arms. To make matters worse, his left arm and neck were broken. So, what I'm saying is that the person I saw in front of me made me want to break down again.
"I don't know." He said
"Angel, I may not know you but I know that's a lie. No one gets beat up this bad and there is no reason behind it. So, tell me, please."
"Princesa, if you want to know so badly than fine. I saw something I shouldn't have and this was there warning for me not to say anything about it."
In my head, two things happened. I liked the way he called me princesa, with his thick Spanish accent and what did he see?" What did you see?"
"The guys were killing someone. And well, you know the rest." That made me break down. He gestured for me to get in bed with him. I was laying on top of him. How did that not hurt him, I don't know. My head was on his chest. From the way he feels, I can tell he works out. He was rubbing my hair in a protective way. He was also rubbing my thigh. I soon fell asleep, in his arms. In the morning, I woke up because of a hand shaking me up. I was mad because I was having a dream about Angel. We were dancing and our lips were about to touch and that's when I was shaken awake. It was the doctor, telling me to leave. I took a look at Angel and left.