Author's Note: To my faithful readers, I'm sorry I've kept you waiting! To my new readers, thanks for joining. (; As you all know, reviews take a whopping TWO seconds. *gasp* But I would really appreciate each and every input! Without further ado, here is chapter 4! Take it away, Patch.

Patch POV

"What? Angel, no. You're in a hospital, you're safe here." My eyes are wide with shock and I suddenly worry, "Do you know what happened? Is your memory okay?"

"Patch. My memory's fine." She rolls her eyes, looking for a second like her normal self. "But we need to leave. NOW" she whisper-yells at me.

The look in her eyes says it all. The deadly combination of fear and determination – she's scared out of her mind, but she WILL get out of here, with or without my help. I trust her enough to understand that she knows what she's doing.

"Angel, I'll get you out if you really think we need to, but I need to know – are you feeling okay? Do you know all the injuries you've gotten? You've been in surgery, you've-"

"Yes, Patch. Listen to me. That's just it. I literally feel perfectly fine. I'm healing at a freakishly rapid pace. I guess being nephilim comes in handy? But they'll notice. I had to pretend that I was groggy and drugged when they wheeled me out of surgery. I've had to pretend I was asleep every time a nurse came in. Patch – I'll explain everything, but we need to go."

"Angel, they'll notice you're gone." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize. "We're going to mind-trick half of the staff, aren't we?"

She nods her head and wears a proud smile. "Yep. I'll snatch up my charts and it'll be like I was never here."

"You know, I like this rebellious side." I say as I move to her side to help her up.

Nora sits up, wincing a little. "I'm fine. Damn broken ribs in the way." She says, clutching her abdomen, when she notices me watching her. She pulls at the wires on her arms and at her breathing tube, not pausing to register the pain. I help her when she swings her legs around the bed, shakily rising to her feet.

"Well, shit." she whispers, hanging her head while a blush creeps across her face. She practically throws herself back onto the bed.

"What is it?"

"Uhm. Well. My hospital gown is, uhm, sort of, uhm, open in the back." She rushes her words because she's embarrassed, and fidgets on the bed.

I smirk and say, "I'm sorry, what was that?" I can't help myself; I just love to tease her. I'd do anything to get that blush.

"Patch, shut up! What am I going to do? I can't exactly walk around like this." she says as she hits my arm.

"Well, I don't mind the view. I'm sure those young male doctors will enjoy it, too." I smile and shrug my shoulders. In my head, I know that if any guy ever even tried to look at her, I'd flip - but hey, it got a rise out of her.

"So not the time, Patch."

Still smirking, I turn around and search the room for replacement clothes. I end up taking a stack of scrubs from a cabinet in the corner. As I get them, a brilliant idea pops into my head.

Angel, I think to her, I've got the perfect escape plan.

"What are we now, enemies of the state? Escape plans?" Nora says to me as she pulls on her blue scrubs, four sizes too big for her. She made me turn around and face the wall, bless her innocent soul.

"Angel, I'm not sure that breaking you out of a hospital will be easy or legal."

"Okay, you can turn around now, I'm done."

At that, I slowly pivot and give her a once over. "Don't get me wrong Angel, I like the look. But I was hoping for more of a sexy nurse look. I'm still holding you to that reward you promised me earlier."

"Alright, ha ha. Very funny. But really, how are we going to do this?" She pulls at her scrubs and runs her hands through her hair, clearly exacerbated.

I tug my shirt over my head and throw it on the bed. I start to step out of my jeans.

"Uh, Patch?! Again, so not the time." She shrieks at me.

Smiling, I say, "Relax Angel, it's all part of the plan." I change into my own set of scrubs, not bothering to ask for privacy. "We are both going to walk right out of here. With our mind trick, anyone who sees us will just assume we work here."

Her mouth hangs open in shock. "Patch, that is actually brilliant... Let's do it."

We walked over to the door and stopped to turn and look at each other. I took her face in my hands and dropped my head down so that our eyes were level. "Angel, follow my lead, okay? We'll be out of here soon." I leaned my head down and touched my lips to hers, sending jolts of electricity between us. Nora wrapped her arms around my neck, responding to my touch. We broke off, breathing hard. "Let's go," I whisper.

Nora POV

Still reeling from that kiss, Patch whispers "Let's go." All I can do is nod my head and stand behind him as her opens the door.

He pulls me by the hand into the hallway. As we walk, he says to me, "Relax and focus on projecting the illusion." I nod and swallow the lump in my throat, trying to simultaneously clear my head and project the trick.

We wind through the hallways and follow the signs to the exit. We walk through some deserted hallways, past the cafeteria, and down stairs. Good thing Patch has a sense of direction, because I sure don't. Luckily, it's either very late at night or very early in the morning, so it isn't busy.

So far, we've only passed a couple of nurses, and we acknowledged them coolly with a nod or hello. Just as we reach a side exit by the radiology department, we hear a curt, "What do you think you're doing?" from behind us.

Patch freezes. I freeze.

We turn around together, slowly. Inside, I'm a bundle of nerves, but I have no reason to worry, right? The mind-trick will cover for us. There isn't anything to worry about, Nora. Calm down, I tell myself.

Once we face her, I know it. I can feel it as soon as I lay eyes on the young female doctor. Patch, I tell him in mind-speak, She's nephilim. I can feel it. I take his hand and squeeze it.

I feel it too, Angel, he replies. He squeezes back.

Without beating around the bush, Patch says, "So, you're nephilim." He barely bats an eye or breaks a sweat, keeping his composure when I feel like I'm about to explode.

She raises her eyebrow and smirks at us. "And you're a fallen angel."

I turn my gaze back to her and get a good look of her. She looks about my mother's age, beautiful brown hair streaked with silver, and wearing a white lab coat. The embroidered name on her chest pocket says Dr. Claire Greene. The second I look at her, I feel safe. Maybe I see my mother in her eyes, maybe she understands and is helping us more than we realize, maybe its just me being naïve. But in that moment, I feel like I've known her my whole life. We can trust her, I know.

Patch, meanwhile, tenses next to me. He replies "Yes, I'm the last fallen angel." However nice she may be, he isn't comfortable with other people knowing about him. But I speak to Patch, Baby, she's on our side. He sighs inwardly and says, you think?

"My name is Dr. Greene, but you can call me Claire. Are you Patch and Nora?"

"That's us. How did you know our names? That we weren't human?" I ask her.

She looks from Patch to me. She squints her eyes, saying, "Ah, Nora. You look better. I did a cat scan of your head last night. It's smart of you to leave before anyone notices how quickly you're healing."

"Uhm, thank you?" I say. "But that still doesn't explain how you know us."

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm a friend of Detective Basso's. He's quite fond of you two."

My eyes widen in shock and she gives a warm smile, but I don't say anything. Gosh, how much does she know? Well, she is nephilim, so maybe having an alibi will be helpful.

Suddenly, she looks down at her charts, as if she was dismissing us. Without looking up, she says, "I'll be seeing you around probably. You can find me if you need anything." And with that, she turns and walks back into her office, not even looking back.

Stunned, Patch and I look at each other as if to say, what the hell was that?

I chuckle and pull Patch by the hand to the door. "Well, it looks like we made a new friend today."

He snorts, and says, "Yeah. I guess so. Small world."

It's funny I am so relaxed, considering all the things that are going on. I mean, for crying out loud, we're crossing a hospital parking lot, wearing stolen scrubs, and I was assaulted less than 12 hours ago. What's wrong with me? But then, I look up at Patch's face and remember why I'm calm. He's my rock, my everything, he's literally my angel.

We reach his car and he pulls me into him, tightening his hold on my waist. "Let's go home, Angel."

~End of Chapter 4~