Cordelia lay in the hospital room bed unconscious. Angel sat next to her the entire night. He listened to her heart monitor and her various other lifesaving machines. They told Angel she had numerous internal damages and it would be a miracle to survive. Angel looked down at her in the bed. He could feel his hope slipping away. She was his hope. He watched as the blood dripped into her arms. He looked at her once beautiful arms… they were now full of tract marks and needles. Her perfect hair was a mess. The shirt she was desperate not to wrinkle had been traded in for a hospital gown. She looked so tiny he thought. Of all the things to die from, he closed his eyes choking on the tears he was holding back. She had to die of a car accident. It was all my fault. Sighing he stood up. "YOU…. YOU!" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I I can't lose you." He stormed out of the room in a fit of rage. His anger at his best friend was only the anger that he was trying to mask. He was angry with himself.

A few hours later a nurse walked into her room. The hospital was eerily quiet. The nurse walked over and checked her vitals. "Time of death…midnight." She pulled the sheet slowly over her tiny, cold body. She first covered her feet and pulled it up until it covered the top of her chestnut bob. "I wonder why the machines didn't tell us." She walked towards the door. Within seconds the dead girl had risen and blocked the nurses exit. She vamped out and sunk her teeth into the nurse's neck drinking the blood like she had never eaten before. As she dropped the body the girl muttered. "OK. Eww."