The pain in my head had subsided now and the only annoying thing was the beeping. There was the sound of something dropping to the floor and someone swearing slightly. Something sharp jabbed into my arm. It was a sharp, quick pain and I knew it to be that of a needle. The pain died quickly and I found that I had the strength to open my eyes. I was staring directly into John's gorgeous face. Just like he had promised, he was there when I woke up. "Sleep well?" he asked, laying a hand on my cheek. I nodded. "Good. You were out three days." I blinked twice.

"What?"

"Three days." I blinked again. No way. Not three days.

"What happened?"

"Well, you had a cracked skull and you were feared to have internal bleeding. Your body went into shut down yesterday and you were rushed into theatre. Your lucky to be alive." I glanced down at the bare part of my chest. There was a tiny scar there. "You were lucky. The scar won't be noticeable within a month."

"And Rory?" I wasn't prepared to leave the hospital until I knew he was detained.

John shook his head. "They can't find him. There's been no trace of him. He's either fled the country of gone into hiding." I was suddenly scared.

"Good news Amy, you can go home." John smiled at me. I whimpered involuntary. "What's wrong?" he sat down on the bed next to me and gave me a hug.

"Rory. If I go home, he'll come back for me. I know he will." I felt tears pricking at my eyes. "He'll search everywhere for me."

"Shhhh. It'll be okay. You can stay with me. Get your things together then we can collect some things from your house yeah? I nodded and he left me alone to get changed. I was grateful to find that I had a spare change of cloths and that my dress had been washed. I walked out of the hospital, the sunlight almost to bright. I found John sitting in his car listening to the radio. He gestured for me to get in. I carefully got in the car, ignoring the looks I got from other people. As we pulled up outside my house, I was surprised to find a police car there.

"She just needs to get some stuff." John explained. The police man nodded and we walked into my house. I picked a bag up from the cupboard and headed upstairs. I quickly packed some spare cloths and some toiletries as John admired my photos. He'd picked up the one of me and my parents a few weeks before they had died. It was my favourite photo. I took it from John who gave me an apologetic smile and placed it in my bag. "Ready?"

I nodded and we headed outside. On the way to his house the song 'Angel' by John Barrowman played over the radio. It was ironic. I had my angel in the same car as me. His house was on the large side, but was probably on the same size as mine. "Bathroom, kitchen, lounge, study, attic, garage, my room and you room." he gestured to each room in turn. Each room had a mahogany door that was open. The only closed one was his. "I'll make you a deal. I won't go in your room if the door's shut and you won't go in mine."

"Deal." he smiled and left me to unpack. I glanced around the room. A four poster bed, white windows, an en-suite and a plush beige carpet. He really knew how to live. I wondered what his room was like if this was the guest room. I wondered downstairs to the living room where I found him reading a book. I wandered over to his bookshelf and studied the books. She turned back to ask John a question but found him stood a few feet away.

"Do you love me?" he was blunt and to the point. I really wasn't expecting it.

"Pardon?"

"I asked if you loved me. I wanted to know how I could act around you. It's a rather simple question.

"Yes. I do." he smiled ad took my face between his hands. He kissed me lightly but with built up tension. I was going to like living here.

The fear of dread came crawling back into my mind as I watched John leave for work. There was the slightest chance that Rory knew, or could find out, where John lived and guess that I would be there. I pushed the thought from my head and moved slowly around the house. I didn't want to disturb anything although I probably wouldn't be living here for much longer. I came to John's room and had a sudden urge to open the door and go inside. I decided against it and moved on. He kept to his promise and I wasn't about to break mine, despite him not being here. I moved back into the kitchen and set about making myself some lunch. On a normal day I'd have gone somewhere. On a Friday the market was set up in the church hall and I'd normally visit. But now I was afraid to leave the house. I thought suddenly occurred to me- how did I end up in hospital? There was no one around to hear me scream and Rory wouldn't have called. I wondered how long i'd actually been unconscious and if the day of the accident was the same day I ended up in hospital. I decided to ask John when he got home.

"Hey Amy." John smiled at me as he walked into the living room, and kissed me gently on the lips again. "What's up?"

"How did I end up in hospital? And what day?" he frowned at me as though I'd kjust asked the stupidest question in the world.

"Well you got to the hospital when an ambulance-" I cut him off.

"I know how I got there I wanted to know how."

"Aren't they the same?

"No. I want to know how the hospital knew that I needed an ambulance, who called and what say I was admitted to hospital."

John looked at me sheepishly. "Well in that case... I found you when I called the day after dinner and you didn't answer. When drove past your house the light was on so I tried you front door. It was unlocked. I wandered around your house till I found you on the floor of your bedroom bleeding from a gash in you head. It was around 10 am."

"I'd been lying on the floor of my bedroom for 12 hours!" his eyes seemed to pop out of his head. "It's a wonder Rory didn't kill me or I died!"