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Claire's POV

"Okay." I breathe out slowly, wringing out my hands. "I can do this." I take another quick glance into the small classroom where Dash is sitting and my heart leaps again. I take a few more deep breaths before composing myself and gliding in.

He doesn't notice me at first, he's engulfed in some project so I walk over to the other side and prop my elbows on the table.

"What'ca workin on?" I ask in Alex's flirty accent. He doesn't look up right away, instead he continues to look over the scattered papers in front of him.

"Something for my friend Bee." He replies. The sound of his voice sends my heart leaping into my throat and I force myself to remain cool and stick to my "script" (cue sarcastic teenager eye roll)

"Bee isn't short for Phoebe is it?" I ask and he finally raises his gaze to me. His eyes widen for a moment checking me out but he quickly hides it to try and maintain his cool guy attitude.

"Yeah. Phoebe Johnson. You know her?" He asks. I force myself to hold off my normal scoff in fears of making myself look like, well a bitch.

"No," I shake my head. "But I hear she's pretty messed up. I mean with like her family passing away and all, it's not surprising that she's gone crazy."

"Nah, nah." Dash immediately jumps to defend my sister, making me like him even more. "She's not crazy, just lonely." I nod slowly taking in his words. He glances me over once more before nodding towards my bandaged hands. "What happened to you man?"

"The name's Alex. And uh let's just say I'm not very good around stoves." I let out an embarrassed chuckle. Dash gives me a sweet sympathetic smile and maybe it's just me but there's definitely some romantic tension lingering in the air.

"Well," He says gently taking one of my hands. "I'm Dash, and let's just say I'm not very good at breathing." He smiles again before softly bringing my hand to his lips total Prince Charming style. I can't keep myself from blushing, I'm swooning so hard I don't even notice when the wrapped appearance of my hand falters and starts to reveal my actual smaller, unscathed palms.

I quickly draw my hand away and hold it behind my back. Dash's eyes widen and his face takes on a look of concern.

"Oh crap, sorry I-I didn't even think about-" He tries to apologize but I just laugh.

"No, you're totally fine." I giggle. "They are just a little sore today, I didn't mean to frighten you." We both just kinda sit there smiling awkwardly at each other before I clear my throat.

"Well, I guess I better get going." I say running a hand through my hair. "I didn't mean to bother you."

"Oh you didn't bother me." Dash jumps. "If you want you can pull up a chair and stay. I wouldn't mind one bit."

"I'm sure you wouldn't" I laugh. "But I really do need to go. Maybe we can meet up later or something?"

"Well I'm actually planning something for Bee tonight." He states gesturing down towards the paper. "But hey man you can totally come!"

"Really?" I exclaim without thinking.

"Absolutely. This hospital could use more hotties like you around." I smile and shake my head.

"I'll see you around Dash." I smile.

"Alex." He nods before returning to his work. I take one last lingering glance at him before turning back into the hallway.

I unintentionally find myself rubbing at my hand. I really shouldn't be shocked at my slight faltered appearance. After all, everyone know that angels can't have intimate interactions with the living.

Aunt Tess's POV

"Thank you." I nod to the receptionist, taking the visitors badge and pinning it to the front of my coat. I turn down the familiar white tiled hallway and begin walking to her room.

"Hey." I whisper as I set my purse down beside her bed and pull up a chair. I brush a strand of hair from her forehead and sigh sadly.

"Still sleeping I see." I murmur. I pause, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees and placing my head in my hands.

"I went and saw Bee today, we had another therapy session. She looks just like you Anne." My breath catches for a slight moment and I swallow hard to push away the lump forming in my throat.

"I guess that's one of the reasons it's so hard for me to see her." I choke burying my face into my hands. "I can't do this anymore Anne, she needs her mother, she needs you, I need you. I just can't keep going on like this." Tears begin to well up in my eyes and I'm so mad at my sister for leaving me in this situation.

"And today, oh God today. You know what she said to me?" I let out a sad sarcastic laugh. "She said that I didn't care about her, that I didn't care about Claire or Danny and all I care about is you. And all I could do was just sit there shocked." I stop then trying to compose myself. I didn't want to tell Anne that was true. I'm so selfish, I'm a horrible person.

"I can't do this any more Anne." I repeat. "I can't face Bee. She has so much hatred towards me and it's all my fault. I just wish there was something I could do, I wish you would just wake up."

I spend the rest of the hour sitting beside her, holding back tears and filling her in on my day to day struggles, a routine I've fallen easily into.

Soon I pack up my things and get ready to leave. I take one more sad look at her before shaking my head.

"You're killing me Anne. You're really killing me."

Bee's POV

I feel really bad about my outburst earlier and I'm surprised that Jordi hasn't tried to come and find me. So I drag myself out of my room and into his.

He is lying on his bed, his eyes squeezed shut, much different from his peaceful sleeping expression I saw last night.

"Jordi?" I whisper softly. His glassy eyes open slowly and he smiles at me, but there's something behind that smile. Pain?

"Hey Bee." He says before running his hand roughly over his face. "Sorry I meant to come find you after chemo but I wasn't feeling very well." I can't help but take note of how pale he is.

"It's okay." I murmur pressing the back of my palm to his head. It's slightly warm. "Are you feeling any better?" I ask. He nods. "You're lying Jordi." I argue.

"No really I feel fine." He tells me sitting up. "Chemo can just kick my ass sometimes." He laughs. "How are you feeling?" He's trying to change the subject, trying to take care of me.

"I'm fine." I answer shortly. "Therapy can just kick my ass sometimes." I smile at him to show I'm joking and he returns the gesture.

"Come on let's go do something." He says climbing out of bed but I push him back down.

"No way." I stop him and he gives me a weird look. "You need to stop worrying about me and take care of yourself." He just laughs.

"Look who's talking." He says stroking my cheek. I sigh.

"Jordi." I begin but I can't bring myself to say what's on my mind.

"What is it Bee?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Nothing." I smile.

"Bee," he warns seeing straight through my words. "Tell me right now." He teases. "Or else." The corners of my mouth turn up sadly before I suck on my lower lip.

"I'm so stupid." I state simply, I add in a laugh so it doesn't seem like I'm too serious.

"How so?" Jordi prys. I look at his warm brown eyes.

"You know people keep telling me about how blind I am to those who care about me." I begin. "I've taken you for granted Jordi, and I just feel awful." Jordi takes my hand and pulls me down onto the bed beside him. I sit down next to him and he leans his head on my shoulder.

"I don't mind Bee." He states softly.

"But I do! It's not fair!" I know deep down I'm referring to the fact that I'm unsure of my feelings for him. Jordi is silent.

"Why are you so sad anymore?" He asks and I know it's something he's been wanting to say for a while.

"You know why Jordi." I murmur, I find myself stroking his hair softly.

"I wish I could just make it go away for you." He says sadly and I let on a half smile. This small comment flickers something inside me but it's gone just as quickly as it appeared.

"Do you feel like something's changed between us?" I ask out of the blue. Jordi straightens up and looks at me.

"I didn't know if I was the only one.." He says softly.

"It just doesn't seem like we are as close anymore." I venture carefully.

"I noticed too." He agrees sadly.

"I'm sorry." I apologize mostly because I don't know what to say. He pulls me in closer to him and kisses my forehead lightly.

"It's okay, you've been going through a lot I'm sure your emotions are just running wild."

"You know I keep thinking about what's changed.." I mumble on. "And it's probably really stupid but I just keep thinking about that first time we hung out. And you were the first person here I told about, you know the whole situation. It was like," I can't help but stop and laugh. "It was like our own little awful secret."

Jordi laughs too and it's so morbid but if there's one thing I've learned through all of this is sometimes you don't know how to react to things so you just end up laughing.

"I just remember how sweet you were, how sweet you've been through everything. I think what was lost is the personal part of it, if that makes sense. That moment was just between us and it was really personal, opening up to you. Then here I am basically being forced to do that to people who I feel like don't even care about me.." My voice trails off and I lower my gaze.

Jordi places his hand on my knee soothingly. "Talk to me Bee. We can still have those moments." It's now that I realize again how out of the way Jordi goes for me. But there's something in his tone of voice when he says it. We can still have those moments. And this spark inside me is so sudden I expect it just to disappear like the others but it lingers, this dizziness, but a good kind. My heart leaps into my throat and all of my thoughts about not wanting Jordi seem so stupid and wrong now. Jordi's all I want.

"Jordi I don't think talking will gives us the connection we both want." I move closer to him. His eyes light up but he's careful.

"Then what are you thinking." He tempts, knowing what I'm about to do. I laugh before I throw myself at him.

Our lips don't automatically collide. After I wrap my legs around him I pull my face away just to look at him. His oddly pale face is flushed, his white cheeks now a blossoming pink. He looks at me too, but he can't contain himself much longer.

One arm twists around my back pulling me in so close I can feel his steady heartbeat and his warm breath. His other hand brushes aside my hair, tucking it behind my ear in a way that sends shivers down my arms and spine. Then it glides tenderly over to my cheek. I take one more lingering glance at his feverish eyes and I'm concerned about him for a moment but I brush it aside. All I want is his lips on mine. Jordi's all I want.

The space between us is gone. His kiss is slow and soft forcing me to slow down and take in the moment. I close my eyes and our lips move in sync. His warmth radiates throughout me and I'm so breathless but I don't want to pull away.

I've never had a thing against French kissing, but I'm not one to feel vulnerable and that's exactly the vibe I've always gotten from it. So when Jordi's tongue gently touched mine I was a little hesitant but the way his arms squeezed me a little tighter and the way he tested the waters before shoving anything (not just tongues) upon me made me feel safe and secure in a way I never have with anyone else. That same vulnerability is there as in that first time I confided in him, just now it's much deeper, my amount of trust in him apparent through all the hardships we've shared.

When the moment's cooled down some I slowly pull away and watch as Jordi slowly opens his eyes, trying to make the last of our moment last. When he does open his eyes we both just smile at each other.

Something feels lifted off of me and it's almost like I'm happy and things are normal. I let out a sigh of relief glancing around the room. I turn towards the hallway when I hear quick footsteps rushing our way and quickly make a little space between me and Jordi.

"Yo!" Dash yells when he sees us. "We've been looking all over for you! Do either of you know what a cellular device is?"

"We?" Jordi asks and a figure steps up from behind Dash. "Woah Dash. Making friends I see?" A half smirk forms across Dash's mouth.

"Guys, this is Alex."

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