Buon Compleanno Happy Birthday
The beeping of the heart monitor was slow and strained. Angelica was fighting as hard as her comatose body could to stay alive.
Her room was gray and empty, but one thing stood out from all the machines with their beeping monitors. A single, silk rose, petals the color of dusk, lying beside Angelica's face.
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Angelica was only put on a few missions after multiple hospital stays, her failing memory and addiction to the medication was proving a danger to both Marco and herself. They decided to give her a rest, to see if they could do anything to fix her.
So, they decided to keep Angelica from missions until further notice. Triela, knowing that Angelica would be very disapointed, decided to throw her a party.
The girls had all chipped in. Claes had baked dozens and dozens of star-shaped cookies. Triela had managed to get some sparkling cider and fluted champange glasses. Rico had made the room look like a tinsel and colored paper explosion. Henrietta played Beethoven's 7th on her violin and they all sang along. Then, as a finale, Triela had placed a silk rose in between her teeth and asked Angelica for a final dance. Claes rushed over and hit the stereo, a spirited flamenco came on. Although it was only for a split second, they all forgot about the guns lying just below the bunks. For once, their world had some semblance of normality.
The whole affair was like a big birthday party and Angelica had never been happier.
Author's Note: Sorry for another stub of a chapter, but I'm having a bit of trouble seeing where this will go. A.K.A the famous writer's block.