Chapter 13:

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A few hours later Charlie was sitting by Angelo's bedside, holding his hand and rubbing it. She looked at him and smiled, remembering all the great times they had together. She remembered their holiday after the whole 'Hugo' saga, Angelo's proposal as well as their wedding day and couldn't help but find herself smiling. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Clara standing at the door, Charlie could tell that she wanted to talk to her and slowly stood and walked up to Clara, and leaned on the doorframe.

"Charlie, I called Mum and she said that she is going to drive over from the city, she needs to see him. When I told her everything over the phone, she was so distraught and she told me that she is going to drive over first thing tomorrow morning".

Charlie nodded and opened her mouth to reply when she heard movement from Angelo's bed. She quickly turned and saw Angelo shake his head and grumble something. Overwhelmed in relief, she swept over to his bedside.

"Babe, I'm here, you're ok, it's ok, and everything is ok" she stated soothingly.

Angelo groaned, yanked the oxygen mask off and tried to get up, but just yelled out in pain.

"No babe, don't try to get up. You are hurt, you had to have surgery".

Angelo lay back down and groaned again while Charlie stood up and called Rachel into the room. Rachel check his obs as well as his bandage and drips. She was satisfied at his condition and allowed Clara to also enter the room.

"Now remember he is still pretty weak and groggy- don't over excite him" she instructed them.

"Oh thank god Angelo! I'm so sorry, it's all my fault" exclaimed a relieved Clara collapsing in a chair on the other side of Angelo's bed.

Angelo just grumbled something into his oxygen mask- which Rachel had put back on him.

Charlie just smiled and kissed his hand.

"I think we should come back in the morning, let him get some rest and you can talk to him better then" Charlie told Clara.

Clara nodded and wiped a small tear away from her eye.

"Hey" Charlie said soothingly "don't worry about it; he knows it wasn't your fault".

Clara looked her in appreciation, but wasn't convinced. Seeing this, Charlie put her arms around Clara's shoulders and pulled her into a hug.

The following morning, Charlie and Clara entered the hospital and made their way to Angelo's room. He wasn't wearing an oxygen mask any longer and he seemed to have more colour in his face. His eyes were closed and the corners of his lips seemed to form a small smile.

"Wonder what he is dreaming about" thought Charlie as she smiled.

"I'm going to go talk to Dr Armstrong" said Clara turning and walking towards the nurses' station.

Charlie sat down in the chair next to Angelo's bed. Hearing that someone had arrived, Angelo opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. When he saw his wife's familiar face, he smiled and looked up at her.

"Hey, welcome back" she said beaming.

Angelo just smiled. "I love you" he whispered weakly, closing his eyes for a brief second.

Charlie stood up and kissed him on the forehead "I love you too" she whispered back.