I lay in the hospital bed that night, glaring furiously at the ceiling. My Mother had refused to get me a mirror so I could observe the extent of my injuries, though she thought I wouldn't handle what I found well. I was never vain, nor did I consider myself beautiful, but I was curious as to what everyone else was seeing when they looked at me. The horrified expression on my Mother's face when she first entered my room made me wonder if my face looked more than just falling of the curb and to the ground.

I blew a curl out of my face. I looked at my hands; the cuts weren't deep, I knew they would scab over before the week was over. I felt slightly irritated that they were keeping me over today and tomorrow, I just wanted to return to school like everything was normal. I wanted to get back on my feet and run around. An image of a horse in a field wandered into my mind.

I was absorbed in my own thoughts that I hadn't noticed the figure in the shadows move forward.

The beating in my heart ceased for a second as I took in his appearance, before going back to its usual pace. He took the seat next to me, without even muttering a single word, and watched me with his dark eyes. I blew another curl out of my face and sighed angrily when it flopped back down. Angel lifted his hand out and tucked it behind my ear. His skin never touched me, unlike that day in Physics, although I felt the coldness vibrate off his hands onto my face.

He sat back and watched me through his never-ending eyes. I felt the blush fight upon my cheeks, though I kept my eyes locked with his. I had to know if he was what I thought he was, or if my dream had only been a dream. To most people it would have sounded stupid, but there was something about my dream – like the exact clothes that they had worn – that made me wonder whether it was just a meaningless dream.

The lump in my throat was forcing me not to saying anything, to just sit here with him in this peaceful moment that I would have dreamt of if it hadn't happened. Although, before I could say anything, he spoke.

'You shouldn't have been wandering the streets alone,' he said, almost angrily.

I sat up quickly; this small action left me in pain, and I stared at him with a hard glare. He was acting like a disapproving parent and telling me off as though as had been a naughty child.

'I can do whatever I want,' I replied smoothly.

Angel cocked his eyebrow as I winced again. 'You're right. But I would prefer it if you didn't gallop around the streets – there not the safest places for people like you.'

I gaped at him for a long time. I barely knew him, I had only spoken to him once yet he was acting like he had control over my protection.

'What is it to you? Explain to me why you care if I'm safe or not? And what do you mean "people like me"?'

I watched him, waiting for his answer. Angel opened and closed his mouth a few times, his face screwed up and he looked like he was trying to solve a rather difficult math equation. Finally, after opening and closing his mouth a few more times, he shook his head and dropped them in his icy hands.

'Life is a risk,' I mumbled, looking down at the cuts on my palms. 'And I understand if you just want to keep me safe, even if you don't know me, but there is always a risk as long I'm still alive.'

I notice him flinch at my words and my thoughts wandered back to my dream. I had to ask him soon as I knew the curiosity would kill me before long.

'You just seem like my responsibility to keep safe,' Angel murmured.

I was about to reply to his comment when he stood up and shuffled from the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I sighed in frustration and bit my lip, wondering when I would see him again.

The more I got to know him, the more time I spent with him, the more he spoke to me was when my brain thought of more questions to ask him.

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Authors Note: I am pretty disappointed with this chapter – it is beyond small in length. And I apologise. I can say that I am still ill from a few days ago and my writing skills have gone, in need of a better word, floppy. I apologise to you all as you have waited for a few days and received this. I hope you all still review though – your reviews really do cheer me up! x