A/N: It's FINALLY the weekend, which means I get time to write! I thought I'd never finish my civics homework. Phew~

Angela didn't like the clinic's bed. It was made of rubber, as far as she could tell, and it was about as comfortable as sleeping on a rock. Her leg was elevated, because it was apparently broken in several places, and it had fallen asleep long ago. She had gotten scolded by the people closest to her for being reckless again, but she couldn't help it. As a farmer, she had to take risks. Well, that didn't exactly make sense, but she had to go to the mine from time to time to scrape up some money. At the thought of money, she remembered that the medical bill would be a bitch to pay. Her emergency money box probably had enough to pay for it. Gill, who had spent almost every waking minute with her since she got put in the clinic, kept insisting that he would pay. She considered letting him pay it for a while, but decided that starting to use her boyfriend's money that early was taboo. Angela had no intention of becoming a gold-digger.

"How long until I can get out of this hospital? I miss my own bed and my farm! All I have is a broken leg…" she whined, reading the book she had read three times while in the clinic. Gill wasted no time in getting out a sheet of paper of what went wrong after the fall.

"…and a concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, and a broken collarbone. Do you really want to farm with all that?" He asked, touching the bandage wrapped around her head. Angela pouted. "It's getting late, you should get some rest."

"It's eight, Gill. That's a bedtime for a seven year old!" She exclaimed, stubborn as a mule, as usual. Gill could tell she was suppressing a yawn, which finally pried its way out of her mouth. "No, no! I'm yawning because…because I'm bored!" Her eyelids were drooping. "I hardly get to see you because I'm always sleeping…" Should she drop the "L bomb"? She did love him…Which was a strange feeling in the first place. "I just want to see you more because…"

"Because?"

"I…I lo….I love you…" Angela finished shyly, pulling the blanket up to her nose. "I know you only 'like' me, but-"

"I love you too, so much," he replied, kissing her on the cheek, "Now get some rest." Angela nodded and closed her eyes, smiling. He held her hand patiently until she had fallen asleep. Gill then swiveled around on the chair to face away from her and smiled the widest he had smiled in who knows how long. It felt like a balloon within him popped- like he could breathe easily again. Still, his heart was swollen. He had never really felt love that wasn't familial. Having someone get close to him for something other than money was a strange feeling. But who would have known loving someone would make him worry so much about them? For the entire day that Angela was asleep in the clinic bed, he felt like he couldn't breathe. No matter how many times Jin told him that she was going to be fine; that she wasn't gravely injured in the least, it didn't help. He couldn't help but feel at fault for not looking for her after the first hour he had been waiting. The image of Angela lying limp on the boulder, bleeding, wouldn't leave his mind, even though she was within an arm's length from him now.

And suddenly, after two sleepless nights, the weight was lifted off his shoulders. Knowing she loved him eased the anxiety away completely. The two days without sleep hit him in the face with full force, and he quickly slipped into a deep, much needed, rest.

"Gill? You awake?" Angela asked quietly as she peered at him from above his face. He blearily blinked and jumped when he realized that he had replaced Angela's spot in the bed. She was holding herself up on crutches. Gill looked at her quizzically. "You must've been really tired. You slept for a whole day, and didn't even budge when we put you in the bed. Why didn't you sleep while I was still hooked up to the machines, Gilly?" Her eyes were full of pity and grief as she pushed the mussed hair out of his tired eyes.

"I wanted to make sure nothing happened to you…" he mumbled, propping himself up on his shoulders. Angela groaned.

"What did you think was gonna happen to me here? I'm in a great clinic, and a concussion is no big deal. What had you so worried?"

"Seeing you with an IV in your arm and an oxygen mask covering your face really scared me. You were so belligerent with a cold…I've just never seen you look so helpless." He fell back onto the pillow. Angela smiled and leaned in close to him.

"You know, you're adorable when you sleep," she whispered, "like a little kid." That awoke his Gill-ness again. He scowled and covered her mouth with his palm, but she continued to spout lines. "And I tried to cut off your cowlick, but you slapped my hand away in your sleep! You're stubborn when you're not awake too." Angela fell back into her wheelchair, snapping Gill out of his drowsy anger. He sat up quickly to grab her hand. "Relax, Gill. I'm fine. Jin told me I can go home tomorrow. He said I should go out and get some fresh air though. Will you take me on a walk?" She glanced at where she was sitting. "While I'm still in this stupid thing, of course. I hate this wheelchair."

With a nod, Gill rolled out of the bed that Angela had complained about for the past week. Even though she was still wheelchair bound, sitting somewhere other than an uncomfortable cot was great, and was made even better when she talked about nothing in particular to her favorite person on the island. Being in love was unlike any other emotion she had ever felt before, and it was wonderful.

A/N: Wowie, this chapter actually took me a while. I apologize for keeping everyone waiting, though. Don't worry; the story is far from over! C: