Fox stared after her, as Dana left the room, trying to envision her perfect
face and cement it in his mind forever. The rush of love and affection for
her as her lips met his own still filled his entire being. For several
moments, he replayed the way she had tenderly examined the huge bruises his
broken ribs had left and the way she clasped his hand in her own tiny paw
before leaving the room.
If only he could replay the encounter for the rest of his life.
"Fox?" his sister's vice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked over at the door. "Hey Sam."
She rushed over to the chair at his bedside. "How are you?" she asked. "The doctors told me to go home and get a little rest while you were in surgery. What happened?"
He smiled. "I kissed an angel."
"What?" she asked. "The doctors said you had a concussion but they didn't say you almost died!"
"Relax, Sam," he told her. "It has nothing to do with death."
"Oh," she replied, confused. "Do you mind explaining what ou mean?"
"Sorry. This is something I want to keep to myself," he said.
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It's probably killing you that I know exactly how this turns out and yet I'm not telling you. Oh well! You'll find out soon enough. :D Oh! And in case you wanted to know: This story is 30 pages long in my writing notebook so it might be a week or two before the whole thing is up. Hmmmmm... I wonder if I should start typing that unfinished on that's 66 pages long.. What do you think?
If only he could replay the encounter for the rest of his life.
"Fox?" his sister's vice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked over at the door. "Hey Sam."
She rushed over to the chair at his bedside. "How are you?" she asked. "The doctors told me to go home and get a little rest while you were in surgery. What happened?"
He smiled. "I kissed an angel."
"What?" she asked. "The doctors said you had a concussion but they didn't say you almost died!"
"Relax, Sam," he told her. "It has nothing to do with death."
"Oh," she replied, confused. "Do you mind explaining what ou mean?"
"Sorry. This is something I want to keep to myself," he said.
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It's probably killing you that I know exactly how this turns out and yet I'm not telling you. Oh well! You'll find out soon enough. :D Oh! And in case you wanted to know: This story is 30 pages long in my writing notebook so it might be a week or two before the whole thing is up. Hmmmmm... I wonder if I should start typing that unfinished on that's 66 pages long.. What do you think?