He lied surrounded by white linens, machines and IVs. He looked like a fallen angel. An angel covered in scars and bruises. Her angel.

"Drake." she said hoping he would say "Nope, sorry. Next room over.", but no. All she got was Drake looking up at her and lighting up a little. It was better than nothing. "Punk, how did you know I was here?"

She cleared her throat "I, err, saw you on the news."

His face fell slightly. "Oh, so you..."

"Shut up. Not now. Now there are no parents or brothers. Now there is just you and me and cable television."

"Ahh, heaven."

"I know." She said smiling at him when she remembered the oh so beautiful ensemble she was sporting. Her cheeks reacted like a color page being filled pink.

"What?"

"I, uh, hurried over. I didn't have to time to get ready."

Drake looked her up and down quickly. "So? I like my women homeless and dirty." he smiled weakly at her. She smiled back.

"That was mean. I'd slap you if you didn't look so helpless."

"I hate looking helpless."

"Because you are?"

Drake glared at her and scratched at his IV.

"I'm sorry, Hun. Didn't mean that."

"I know you didn't." he said and sighed. "Come 'ere" he said and patted on the bed. After Punk sat down awkwardly, he pulled her onto his lap.

"Drake...can I tell you something?" She asked laying her head against his chest.

"Yeah, sure babe. Anything."

"...I...How long are you in the hospital for?"

"That's not what you were gonna ask."

"Well tell me anyway. I need to know so I can tell Amy how many shirts to bring up here, unless you let me wear your shirts."

"They'll be big on ya." Drake said without questioning. He guessed she was planning on staying up there with him. He had no objections. The King had never liked to be alone.

"I don't care. I like big."

Drake smirked. "I know."

"Stop being dirty! But she'd still have to bring me jeans..."

"Get the tight ones!" Drake said with a smile.

"Which tight ones?"

"The ones you were wearin' that day at the mall."

"When you were trying to get some?" Punk said winding Drake's her around her finger.

"Yeah. Then."

She laughed. "Alright Drakey-boo." she said and smiled.

"Now..." Drake said adjusting her into his lap just right. She tried to ignore the grimaces of pain staining his face when her weight hit certain spots of his bruised and mangled body. "Now what were you really going to say?"

"I just wanted to let you know...that I really do love you. No joke. I just, uh...thought you should hear that."

He looked like he was thinking. Drake was always one to keep all of his emotions inside. Never telling anyone anything. He couldn't let anyone see him like that. Especially her.

"I love you too...and...I'm glad you're here."

"Now let's see...wanna watch the discovery channel?" She said with a smile.

"Yeah, why not? I need to get some sleep anyway."

"Mind if I got to sleep too? I was sorta about to take a serious ass nap before I saw you up on my TV."

Drake laughed. "Yeah, alright. Just try not to get on my love wounds."

Punk shifted so see was lying beside him and watched him fall asleep in her arms. She kissed Drake softly on the cheek and whispered "What has he done to you now?"