Explanations are best kept for later.

John sped home in the jeep. He took Angela out of the car and kicked the door open. He remembered that he got Chas round to baby sit for a while when he was planning to pick Angela up. Chas was sitting down, watching time fly away. As soon as he saw the state of what Angela was in, he jumped to his feet.

''W-what happened?'' Chas stuttered.

''Explanations are best kept for later'' John said, going to the bedroom to gently lay Angela on it. Chas followed like a lost puppy stalking its owner.

''Get a flannel from the bathroom and soak it in cold water and them compress it to her head when you return''

''Okay'' Chas said and made his way to the bathroom. John went to the first aid box located in the kitchen and got the biggest and widest bandage he could see. When he returned, Chas was already sitting on a stall next to the bedside applying the flannel onto Angela's forehead as instructed by John.

John decided it would be easier to apply the bandage if he took the rest of the dress of, or what Aaron had left of it. As he did so, he noticed Chas's eyes upon Angela, since she was only wearing underwear. Like he had done before when this occured, John coughed purposly and Chas moved his head slightly

John put the bandage around her from under her arms to her waist and wrapped it round, tied it tightly to prevent any more blood seeping through from the wound. Chas was still happy to keep applying the flannel to Angela's head. Silence arose them, and Chas took the chance to break it.

''Are you gonna tell me what happened?'' Chas asked. John put his hands around the back of his head and sat back in his chair.

''Aaron. Maybe you've heard of him, maybe you haven't. Angela went out this evening to visit a friend. She must of taken Aaron back, who knows. Anyway, he tried to...tried to...'' John couldn't blurt the words out. Chas nodded.

''I know, just carry on''

John sighed and continued his explanation.

''He must have been beating her badly by her bruised chest and stomach, as well as the scar he must of made. I've known him before, he looked familiar and I'm sure that's who Angela was working with, a new staffer so she said. In fact, she didn't talk about him much which is odd for her. Anyway, he's was a half-breed and after one thing. Angela. I expect its revenge for me and he knew Angela was an easy target, how correct he was''

While talking, Angela was still out cold on the bed. The two men were with her and were determined not to leave her side. John stopped talking and sat on the end of the bed. He moved his hand over to her face and gently wiped away splattered blood on her cheek. He also started brushing her hair with his hand. After a minute or so, he stopped and went back to his original seat. He was scared for her. He didn't want her in this pain and part of it was his fault. Fact was, he felt it was his fault because it WAS his fault. Chas and himself only exchanged glances and sat through a silence which lasted about half an hour. John was half asleep and Chas was already asleep. But as soon as they heard murmurs coming from Angela, their eyes opened. Angela moved her head and her eyes flickered before they fully became open. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her eyes were full of terror, depression and sadness. Finally words came to her mouth.

''Constantine?'' Her tone of voice was almost a whisper.