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Chapter 7: I Should Tell You

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Angel and Collins were both too shocked to move when they saw the gun. It wasn't until Angel noticed who the bullet was aimed at when she moved.

She used all of her strength to knock Collins to the floor. Everything was silent. Angel and Collins stared into each other's eyes and Collins's slowly drifted his gaze down to Angel's stomach. Dark red liquid oozed from her brightly colored shirt.

The rain stopped and when Collins looked at Angel's face again he saw her eyes slowly closing. Angel's dad stood back and stared. "You bastard." he whispered.

Collins turned to face him. "What?"

"You made me shoot my son!"

Collins stood up, facing the man. "You tried to shoot me!"

"The bullet was meant for you, not him. I'd never want to kill Angel."

Collins clenched his jaw. He was just about to ram his fist into Angel's dad's head when a small hand grabbed his leg. "Collins, please don't." Angel whispered.

He looked down and saw his Angel laying on the floor. Two men in blue suits must have heard the gun shot because they came running over telling them all to freeze.

Collins bent down and grabbed Angel's hand. Her face was emotionless. She began shivering and clenched his hands harder. Collins gentley scooped her into his arms. Looking up he saw a cop pointing a gun at him.

Angel's father was being dragged off by one cop and Collins was left with the other. The police slowly put his gun away. "Just stay calm, sir, we've called an ambulance." he said, sounding like a robot.

Collins directed his attention back towards Angel. He cupped her face with the palm of his hand.

"It's cold." she mumbled. Collins bent down closer to her.

"I'll warm you, don't worry." Loud sirens and blinking lights made Collins tear his tearful gaze away from Angel. The paramedics put Angel on a stretcher and took her to the hospital.

xXxXx

"Where is she?" Mark and Joanne both said as they ran into the waiting room.

Collins looked up. His eyes were red from crying. "She's in the operating room." he said quietly.

Joanne sat down and put her arm around Collins. "She'll be fine."

Mark looked outside. "I'm going to go find Roger." he said. Joanne nodded and Mark left.

Roger was sitting in his room, struming away on his guitar when someone knocked on his door. Once. Twice. He sighed and got up. Obviously his parents were too drunk to hear the door bell.

Roger opened the door and saw Mark. "I'm so glad to see you, Mark! Listen, man, I fucked up, big time."

"What did you- never mind, look Angel's in the hospital!"

Roger froze. "Why? What happened?"

"Her dad shot her! I don't know why. Collins wasn't too big on sharing details. We have to go." he said dragging Roger with him.

By the time they arrived at the hospital Maureen and Mimi were both there. Mimi and Roger looked at each other and then looked away, quickly.

They all sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. "Mark, I have to tell you something." Mimi whispered.

"What is it?"

"I did something really stupid. Roger's your friend and I think I just screwed up his whole life!" she said.

Mark frowned. "What did you do?"

She leaned in closely to him to him to make sure only Mark could hear her. "I slept with Roger."

"WHAT?" he screamed.

"Sh!" she hissed at him. "That's not all. I haven't told any of you yet, but I'm HIV positive."

Mark sighed in relief. "Jeez, you scared me." he said smiling, slightly.

"Mark, why the fuck are you smiling? I just told you I have a deadly illness that I may have just given Roger."

"Just talk to Roger." he said and walked over to Collins.

A doctor walked out and looked around the room before spotting Collins. "Mr. Collins?"

Collins looked up at the doctor. "Hello, I'm Dr. Levi. I just wanted to let all of you know Angel is going to be fine. He will have to remain here for a few days of course."

"Can we see her?" Mimi asked.

"Yes, but one at a time."

Roger, Mark Collins, Maureen, Mimi and Joanne all stood up at the same time. Every one but Mimi and Collins ended up sitting down. The doctor looked at both of them. Neither of them looked willing to let the other go first. . "Fine. You can all see him IF you promise to keep it quiet and calm around him."

Mimi softly opened the door and every one followed her into the room. "Angel-chica!" she whispered and ran to her side. Angel looked over and smiled weakly at her. Every one but Collins ran to her side.

After an hour of pampering Angel the doctor asked them all to leave.

Every one, but Collins agreed to. Once everyone was gone. Collins ran over to her. She sat up and kissed him on the cheek..

"Oh Angel, I was so worried for you." Collins said softly.

"Don't be, my sweet, I'm fine. Good as new." she smiled up at him and he kissed her forehead..

"I thought you were going to-" Collins stopped trying to choose his words.

"Die?" Angel said finishing his sentence.

Collins straightened. "Don't say it!"

Angel smirked at him. "Don't worry, lover, I'll never leave you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Would you wear that promise?" he asked her.

Angel cocked her head to the side. "Huh? What are you talking about."

Collins reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond ring. "It's a promise ring." he softly.

Angel couldn't move. And Collins frowned. "I knew it. It's too soon isn't it?"

Angel silenced him with a kiss. "Not too soon. And I love it!" she said slipping the ring on. She squealed and kissed him again.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you, too."

xXxXxXx

"Roger, I have to talk to you." Mimi said chasing him down the hospital hallway.

"Not now, alright." he snapped at her.

"Why are you treating me like this?" she said, choking up. "Did what happen last night mean anything to you?"

Roger turned to face her. "Of course it did. I just need some time, okay?"

She grabbed his arm, as he went to walk away. "No! I should tell you something. It's important."

"No, I should tell you something. I guarantee mine's more important."

"I should tell you." Mimi whispered.

"I should tell you." he said back.

"Then fucking tell each other!" an old nurse said walking by the two of them.

Both Mimi and Roger laughed and turned back to each other.

"Roger, you were right when you first met me. I was an addict, but that I've been trying to quit. I use to share needles and, um, I have... HIV."

Roger just stared at her. "What? You do?" He sighed and leaned against a wall.

Mimi lightly punching him the shoulder. "Why do people act relieved when I tell them that I have a disease?"

"No, it's not that. I have HIV, too. I just found out."

"Oh. Well this is a great thing in a very bad kind of way."

Roger nodded and the two of them left the hospital.