The Art of Saving Lives

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I got real busy. My pet rats also got sick. Anyway… New chapter. I apologize in advance for any OoCness I just fail at life that way. :D Yay! Summer Vacation, a time for love to blossom. Well for people who are together anyway…. At least I have my horse, he loves me unconditionally.

I walked calmly down to the ICU. The sterile white walls calmed me, leaving me to think clearly. I wasn't watching where I was going so I ran right into Michelle.

"Um, distracted much Annalisa?"

"Yeah, our new patient was on my mind…"

"Well I wouldn't go outside, the press is mobbing us." I put my head down and pinched the bridge of my nose. Damned reporters, they catch a whiff of a story and then close in like a pack of wolves. At least this time there were no bloodsucking lawyers telling us, in essence, that we were royally screwed.

"Grr… I'll sort them out later."

"Good luck," Michelle said, patting my shoulder as she danced off. How could anyone work in a hospital and still be perky? How could anyone even be THAT perky? It was a question that irked me to no end.

Seeing that I had arrived at my destination, I snapped out of it. I cautiously walked into the room. Silas was still out from the anesthesia, or I hoped he was. I strode over to the machines and checked their out puts. His heart rate was normal. And he was better.

We had put him on oxygen to help. He apparently hadn't shown any signs of alertness. I sighed and sank down onto a chair next to the bed. I rested my head on the cold metal bar that kept people from falling off. Why wasn't he waking up?

Taking a deep breath, I stood and thought. I ran over the possible solutions and not one seemed likely. I poked my tongue out like I always did when I was thinking hard. Nothing. I groaned and thought about the possible outcome of death. The thought seemed too much and I paused. This would work out. Maybe? I sank to the floor and let tears of frustration and defiance slide down my cheeks.

"I didn't know angels cried in heaven," the voice was deep and carried a Spanish accent. I quickly stood up and saw red eyes staring at me.

"They don't. You're not dead. Though you would have been," I said, blushing. I was pretty sure that wasn't a pick-up line, but it still made me blush. I could feel my dark skin heating up.

"You were the one who saved me? I thought you were and angel."

"Hardly, people call me a devil, or worse." Silas smiled and extended a hand.

"I am Silas."

"I know who you are. Bishop Aringarosa told me. I am Annalisa Corins." I took the offered hand. His fingers were long and his hand was large but strong. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I apparently had the same effect on him, for he seemed to blank out for a moment.

I came to my senses and said, "I shall go tell the Bishop you're okay." Silas nodded and smiled. He was handsome.

I waltzed out of the room and felt a new sense of optimism for the future.