Bought Back Home Chapter 12

Angel looked at the clock again. Connor was now an hour and a half late for his curfew. He shook his head and looked at the others. "He's never been late for his curfew before. I'm going to go out and look for him."

"I'm sure he's fine Angel," said Fred, seeing the worried look on his face.

"Well…" Angel started for the front door but the phone rang. He answered it. "Hello? Yes this is he." He paused. "WHAT? Is he all right? Where? I'm on my way." He hung up quickly.

"Angel what is it?" asked Gunn, somewhat grumpily since his truck was missing.

"Connor's been in an accident."

The person that Connor had almost crashed into had dialed 911 on her cell phone and had stayed with him till the ambulance arrived. She also rode with him to the hospital. She looked up when Angel, Fred, and Gunn rushed in.

"Are you the boy's father? I'm Susan Adams. I do hope he'll be all right." The woman looked about middle age and motherly.

Angel started getting information from the doctor quickly. Fred shook the woman's hand. "What happened," Fred asked.

"He was in a truck -"

"MY truck???"

"Gunn let her finish."

"Yes he was in a truck going the wrong way down the street and his headlights were off. He swerved to avoid me and hit a telephone pole. I do hope he'll be all right. I don't think he was wearing a seat belt and his head was bleeding. I called 911 on my cell phone…"

"Thank you so much for your concern," said Fred earnestly.

Meanwhile Angel was listening to the doctor. "Your boy either is very lucky or has quite a hard head. He doesn't seem to have a concussion, and the cut isn't actually that bad, won't even need stitches. We put a bandage on it. The x rays show that everything is all right. Since he DID lose consciousness however, we want to keep him overnight for observation."

"Thank you Dr. Stevens." Angel turned and Fred introduced him to Susan.

"Angel she's the one who made sure Connor got here safely."

"Thank you."

"Well bless you that's all right. I have children of my own and I'd hope if something like this happened someone would do the same for them. Is Connor going to be okay?"

"Yes the doctor said he's going to be fine."

"That's so good to hear." She scribbled down her phone number. "Please take this and call me to let me know how he's doing." Angel took it and gave her one of their Angel Investigations cards.

"I need to go. It was nice meeting you all."

"Good bye, and thank you again!" Fred called after her as she exited. "What a nice lady."

Angel went in to see Connor. He was resting on a bed with a bandage taped on his forehead but seemed fine. In fact he looked rather bored.

"Connor are you all right?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I don't know why they're fussing over me so much. I wanna go home."

"You have to stay here for tonight. You'll be going home tomorrow. Just what do you think you were doing trying to drive Gunn's truck?"

"Oh uh… you heard about that part…" Connor gulped.

"Yes I did, and we'll be dealing with it when we get home." Angel looked at Connor and suddenly hugged him tightly. Connor blinked a few times. "I could have lost you. You could have gotten yourself killed." Angel's voice sounded a bit choked.

Connor hugged him back feeling bad about how worried and upset he seemed to be. "I'm okay Dad. I'm okay, I'm okay."

"My truck," moaned Gunn when he saw it. It had been towed and he'd called a taxi so he could go get it.

"It's not really that bad," said Fred. "I mean sure the right headlight is busted and it's got a really big dent and the paint got chipped and it's all scratched but at least you can still drive it."

"That kid better hope they keep him in the hospital for awhile because when he gets out I'm going to -"

Fred kissed him to shut him up. "Angel will handle it."

Angel didn't want to let go of Connor. For now all he could do was be thankful that he was still alive.

He could strangle him tomorrow.

To Be Continued…