**Not Leaving**
(A/N: Again, this is in John's POV, since Angel is kind of unconscious)
I walked into the dark hospital room, scared of what I might see. The sight of my wife, the woman I went through enough shit to get, was lying unconscious, with too many different things to comprehend. I sat down next to the bed and looked at her face, her beautiful face. Stitches in her forehead and in her left cheek. Her right cheek was fine. Her throat was covered with bruises, my mind began to race, he tried to strangle her. That sick fuck! He tried to kill my wife! I didn't have enough energy to be angry and think of all things I wanted to do to him. I looked over her bruised and battered body, trying to think of what I could do... Nothing. I couldn't do anything for her. I grabbed her hands into mine and held them. I just let my forehead rest against the bed and I cried, more than I ever had. I was so close to losing the woman I love.
Angel wasn't able to talk yet, it had only been two days, but she was conscious and could show facial expressions. One morning I was in there chattering about some time on the road while she listened to me, seemingly interested. She stopped me suddenly and I narrowed my eyes, "What is it babe?" She grabbed her pad of paper and pen. I watched with curiosity as she scribbled down a few words. She showed it to me, 'Did anyone call Raven?' I slapped my hand to my forehead, "Shit. I'm so sorry." She shrugged and smiled gently at me. I was so glad she could smile.
Angel was sleeping again and I was watching her. I remembered her question from that morning and got up to use the phone in the room. I dialed a phone number, I don't know how I remembered it off the top of my head. Someone finally answered, I knew it was Raven, "Hello?" "Raven, this is John." "Oh hey! How are you?" I sighed, "Not too good. Uh, I'm afraid I have some bad news about Angel." Raven fell silent, and the energy she had seemed to fade, even over the phone I could tell. She finally spoke, "What happened?" I sighed, "She was attacked by her stepfather a few days ago." I heard the phone fall and sighed. I hung it up, I knew how much Raven and Angel meant to each other. They were almost like sisters. Speaking of sisters, I was beginning to wonder if Mark had told Rayne... of course he had. I should've known better than that.
After I was sure Angel was okay, I left and went to Mark and Sara's house. I couldn't wait to see my kids. I only wished that I was back home for a better reason. Like a kid being born. Heh. Another kid. Angel would kill me if I mentioned that. I wondered what it would be like to have a third kid. I would have to stop traveling as much as I did. Before I could think on it anymore, I was at Mark and Sara's. Time to see the two kids I had, and loved beyond words. I walked up the walkway and was damn near knocked over when Mark and Joie came plowing into me at full force. I picked them both up and hugged them tightly. God, after coming so close to losing Angel, I realized how much I loved my family.
Mark, Joie, and Mark and Sara's daughter, Sierra (A/N: I just made it up... I ain't got a clue...) had gone to bed hours ago. Sara wasn't up for too much longer. I sat out back on the deck, drinking a beer, with Mark. Mark looked over at me and smiled, "I know what you're thinkin' boy." I looked over at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "You're wonderin' if you should keep wrestling or stay at home with your family." I sighed, "Yeah, you've been down that road before, right?" Mark nodded and smiled, "A few times." I sighed and looked up at the sky, "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mark smiled and patted my back, "You'll know what to do when it comes down to it." I sighed and looked over at Mark, God I hoped he was right.
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(A/N: Again, this is in John's POV, since Angel is kind of unconscious)
I walked into the dark hospital room, scared of what I might see. The sight of my wife, the woman I went through enough shit to get, was lying unconscious, with too many different things to comprehend. I sat down next to the bed and looked at her face, her beautiful face. Stitches in her forehead and in her left cheek. Her right cheek was fine. Her throat was covered with bruises, my mind began to race, he tried to strangle her. That sick fuck! He tried to kill my wife! I didn't have enough energy to be angry and think of all things I wanted to do to him. I looked over her bruised and battered body, trying to think of what I could do... Nothing. I couldn't do anything for her. I grabbed her hands into mine and held them. I just let my forehead rest against the bed and I cried, more than I ever had. I was so close to losing the woman I love.
Angel wasn't able to talk yet, it had only been two days, but she was conscious and could show facial expressions. One morning I was in there chattering about some time on the road while she listened to me, seemingly interested. She stopped me suddenly and I narrowed my eyes, "What is it babe?" She grabbed her pad of paper and pen. I watched with curiosity as she scribbled down a few words. She showed it to me, 'Did anyone call Raven?' I slapped my hand to my forehead, "Shit. I'm so sorry." She shrugged and smiled gently at me. I was so glad she could smile.
Angel was sleeping again and I was watching her. I remembered her question from that morning and got up to use the phone in the room. I dialed a phone number, I don't know how I remembered it off the top of my head. Someone finally answered, I knew it was Raven, "Hello?" "Raven, this is John." "Oh hey! How are you?" I sighed, "Not too good. Uh, I'm afraid I have some bad news about Angel." Raven fell silent, and the energy she had seemed to fade, even over the phone I could tell. She finally spoke, "What happened?" I sighed, "She was attacked by her stepfather a few days ago." I heard the phone fall and sighed. I hung it up, I knew how much Raven and Angel meant to each other. They were almost like sisters. Speaking of sisters, I was beginning to wonder if Mark had told Rayne... of course he had. I should've known better than that.
After I was sure Angel was okay, I left and went to Mark and Sara's house. I couldn't wait to see my kids. I only wished that I was back home for a better reason. Like a kid being born. Heh. Another kid. Angel would kill me if I mentioned that. I wondered what it would be like to have a third kid. I would have to stop traveling as much as I did. Before I could think on it anymore, I was at Mark and Sara's. Time to see the two kids I had, and loved beyond words. I walked up the walkway and was damn near knocked over when Mark and Joie came plowing into me at full force. I picked them both up and hugged them tightly. God, after coming so close to losing Angel, I realized how much I loved my family.
Mark, Joie, and Mark and Sara's daughter, Sierra (A/N: I just made it up... I ain't got a clue...) had gone to bed hours ago. Sara wasn't up for too much longer. I sat out back on the deck, drinking a beer, with Mark. Mark looked over at me and smiled, "I know what you're thinkin' boy." I looked over at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "You're wonderin' if you should keep wrestling or stay at home with your family." I sighed, "Yeah, you've been down that road before, right?" Mark nodded and smiled, "A few times." I sighed and looked up at the sky, "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mark smiled and patted my back, "You'll know what to do when it comes down to it." I sighed and looked over at Mark, God I hoped he was right.
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