Angela hummed to herself, mainly keeping herself company. She felt an eerie presence, but continued to carry on cooking for herself and Constantine. Then, she felt it. A needle poking it's way through her side, liquid rushing in, adrenaline pumping. Her eyes flicked and then they shut and she fell to the floor in an few seconds.

''Got ya now!'' Snorted the half breed, towering above her unconscious state.

''Angela!'' John came rushing in, seeing the door open. He shot down the half demon with one of Angela's guns he had found earlier. The half demon crashed down on the floor, exploding- possibly dead. John shot him again to make sure.

''Angela!'' John's voice was now down to a whisper. He kneeled down, feeling her pulse, it was still ticking, an indication that her heart was still in fact pumping and she was very much alive.

He noticed an empty syringe about a metre from where Angela was lying. He picked it up and viciously chucked it against the wall, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces on the cold and hard floor. He then went back to Angela, bent down to pick her up and carried her in his arms to his bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently, and set about ringing a doctor.

''Hello, I wanted to ask your word of advice. This is John Constantine.''

''What problems are you having?''

''My friend...'' John didn't know what to call Angela. ''She's staying with me, anyway someone came into the house and by the looks of it they sedated her with a dose of some sort.''

''Okay, is she still breathing?''

"Yeah, yeah she is''

''Okay, well there's nothing we can really do under the circumstances, she should wake up in a few hours or so, depending on what drug the person gave her. If any new issues arise, don't hesitate to ring us.''

John sighed, realising there was nothing they could do and the fact that he would have to wait till she woke to have breakfast. No - what a silly thought, he was joking.

''Alright. Thanks for your help, bye.'' He ended the conversation then hung up the phone.

There was a chair near the bed, and he slumped his arse upon it. He looked at Angela and gazed admirably at her. Her breathing seemed to soothe him...and it wasn't long till he shut his eyes...but then he awoke quickly. His stomach was begging for food, so he wandered into the kitchen fixing, himself a ham sandwich before returning to the bedroom. As he began to eat it, Angela turned over in her sleepless trance, so she was facing Constantine and then she awoke.

''Good afternoon.'' John said, noticing her awake.

''What...what happened?'' Angela asked, sleepily.

''A fucker decided he would mess with you. Before he had the chance, I shot him dead. In fact his remains are still apparent in the kitchen. A little something I forgot to clean up. Oops.''

She sat up in bed, patting a space next to her indicating for John to sit there. He noticed this, and sat next to her, he gently lifted his arm and put it around her shoulder.

''I was worried, you know.'' John said.

''You were?''

''Yeah of course, that's my child in there too.'' He slumped his free hand around her stomach, feeling for indications of life.

She laughed...she was so glad to have him...and their child.