One minute he was about to black out and the next, and the next, he was returning consciousness. He felt so weak, yet so confused. What just happened? He was unaware were he was and he started to struggle. Where was he? He heard people, but he couldn't exactly see them. Still, he struggled.

"Calm down sir. We'll be there soon. Just hang in there."

'What?' he thought. 'Calm down...Who said that?'

"Stay calm......stay calm......" was the last thing he heard before he slipped away to a dreamless sleep.

When did he wake up? He had no idea. But when he had awoken, he was not alone.

A doctor, he presumed, walked over to the bedside.

"Well. Glad to see you're finally awake. You've been asleep for nearly two days now" he stated.

'Two days?!' he thought.

The doctor continued," I understand that you had a sword impaled through your chest. I wont ask you how that happened, yet. You also fell from a rooftop and stil you manage to breathe.

'Man this guy's really to the point'

"Any thoughts as to how you survived that?"

He had no idea how he had survived that one. The angels must have favored him that night........hm....angels.....Angels. Three angels. Blonde, Black, and Red. That fiery one, that red-headed angel, he had saved her. And then, he actually let himself kiss her. He had not planned to do that when he was up there helping them. He barely knew her and he already knew he liked her. Because she had fire. Not only that, they had something in common. They both had barely known their parents and they were both orphans. She had something in common with him. But the next time he would see her, how would she react? Would she be afraid, or would she be speechless? He didn't know.

"Sir, are you listening to me?"

'Thank you doctor for interrupting my thoughts.'

Anthony looked back at the doctor.

"Could you please tell me your name so that we can identify you?"

He just stared at him.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "OK. We'll get back to that later....."

'Good.'