Chapter 6: Finding Angel
Collins came right up to Mimi's apartment to pick up Angel. He was surprised to see half-empty boxes around the loft, and the room still in disarray. Angel's shoes were by the door, so he knew that she was home.
"Angel?" ha called, with no answer. He wandered around, slightly nervous. The bedroom door was shut. He knocked. "Angel?" he called again, and turned the knob. What he saw horrified him.
Angel lay on the bed, her only movements were shivering.
"Angel!" Collins shouted, and rushed to his lover's side. He, wearing only boxers and a wife-beater, turned to look at him, paler than he'd ever looked before. He took his clammy hand in his, and ran a hand over Angel's damp, warm head.
"Baby," Angel said in a barely audible whisper. He swallowed, and blinked slowly.
"We gotta get you some help," Collins muttered, and lifted his lover's fail body off the bed.
Outside of Roger and Mark's loft, and kicked the door with his foot. "Let me in!" he shouted, "Let me the f-ck in!"
Mark opened the door, and they rushed past him. Joanne and Maureen stood from their seat on the window sill. "Where do I put him?" Tom cried, franticly. The couch was full, so Mark grabbed a blanket and pillow.
"The table," he said, and made a make-shift cot. Collins laid down Angel. Mark ran all called an ambulance.
Angel struggled to find Collins' hand, but when he did, he squeezed it with all of his might. "You're not leaving me," Collins told him, "you can't leave me."
"I love you," Angel choked. Hot hears ran down the teacher's face.
"Live in my house," he began to sing their song, "I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one-thousand kisses. Be my lover, I'll cover you. Open your door; I'll be your tenant. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kissed I've got to spare. I'll be there, and I'll cover you. Oh, I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it, a new lease you are my love. My love, oh, you are my life. I've longed to discover something as true as this is, yeah."
"I'll cover you," Angel repeated. He looked into Collins' eyes, and his head dropped back. His eyes rolled back slightly, and his grip loosened.
"Angel!" Collins shouted, looking down frantically. He's not dead. He can't be dead.
Mark walked up to his old roommate and squeezed his shoulder. Collins pat his hand, and began to cry.
Suddenly, Angel coughed. Can't be, Collins thought. Then, he coughed again. His lover looked up, flabbergasted. "Angel!" he cried again, this time with glee.
Angel sat up. "Collins," he said, "I went over the moon!" Collins laughed and hugged Angel tight.
"I love you," he muttered into his recovering lover's neck.