"lets go out tonight" Mike said with a smile, breaking the kiss,
"hmhmm" Angel muttered opening her hazel eyes, meeting his blue orbs. "where to?"
"just dress formal" Mike laughed, as the duo entered catering,
Angel 'hmmed' mindlessly, grabbing a salad box, paying for it then returning to the group of friends.
"you and nick broke up?" Maria asked astonished, looking at rose,
"ah" rose simply said, stabbing her own salad.
Sam munched her apple. Not saying anything.
since she didn't even like the guy. Not the slightest bit. She shook her head. She knew it would happen sooner or later. Specially that rose is too soft to break up with anyone.
Much the blonds surprise, the brunette have been taking it…quite well.
Silence followed in the table, till Maria broke it,
"I'm getting released" she quietly said,
Angel looked at the redhead in disbelieve, "why?" she pouted,
"the moment the word 'other projects' pop up" she trailed off, placing her head propped on her hands.
"we'll miss you 'Ria" Sam pouted, hugging the redhead,
"yeah yeah, you better start living without me" Maria winked, her normal comicness returning.
.
"I don't feel so good" angel muttered, not being able to move a muscle.
"you don't look so good either" Sam shouted back at the frail looking girl.
"you're heated up" rose commented, pretending that her hand sizzled when she placed it on her forehead.
"ugh.." angel said, getting up getting her phone. "Mike and I are going out tonight, I just can't lik-" the brunette couldn't continue her sentence, darting to the bathroom.
"no way she's going out tonight" Sam said in a matter of fact tone.
Rose nodded, checking on the brunette emptying her stomach contents in the toilet.
.
"she's sick, Mike" rose quietly said into the phone
"ah…aha….aha…mashy bye" rose ended the call. (mashy = okay)
"what?" said the roll of blankets, formally known as angel,
"he's coming over" rose stated,
Angel sighed.
"girl, you're so pale…"
"and I feel like my stomach is playing ping-pong with enzymes" Angel shot, "and I know you two were going out tonight" she added,
Sam looked guilty for a second before shrugging it off,
"no, I don't want you missing out what ever because of me" angel pouted,
"is she crazy? Is she? Has the fever gotten to her brain?" Sam started, getting up as if wanting to hurt Angel,
"she's just messin' with you, sah Sam?" rose said, with her eyebrows raised.
Angel rolled her eyes when a knock came through,
"I brought soup" Mike announced, walking in with a pot in hand, "grandma's recipe" he added, scanning the brunette wrapped in blankets, looking nauseated,
"awe…" rose and Sam coo-ed at the same time,
"go, Mike's taking care of me," she continued her previous conversation, "go."
"Mike, why does she think a simple outing is more important than taking care of her?"
Mike shrugged, raising his hands in defense,
"I know you two are more fighting recently, so just go, bond or whatever" Angel made an attempt to 'shoo' them with her hands,
Rose poked her tongue, "you know, having sex when you're sick is just as contagious" she said with a wink, grabbing her purse and Sam on either hands and darting out.
Angel gapped at her shorter friend, before turning to look at Mike's bemused face.
Mike pouted, kissing angel's cheek before getting off the bed and pouring her a bowl of soup,
"where did you make that anyways?" Angel nodded slowly to the pot of hot liquid.
Mike shrugged, "I went down to kitchen, fought my way with the chief to let me make it, no biggie," he said, grabbing a table putting it near angel, before setting the plate on it,
"you didn't have to-" angel started up,
"angel, it's okay for people to do you things once in a while" Mike said with a gleam in his eye, before souping an amount of the soup in the spoon, trailing it to angel's lips with his hand under it "open up" Mike said, rolling his eyes,
Angel did as told, "mmm" she mmed, as the warm liquid made its way down her esophagus.
"its good" angel concluded, after finishing two bowls, Mike refusing her to even touch the spoon, "but world war three is coming to conclusion in my stomach" she said, feeling nauseated,
"bathroom?"
She shook her head no, curling up to Mike.
"you're warm" Mike stated,
"I feel freezing," she said in a low tone,
Mike silently covered angel up with the sheets, turning the TV on via remote as the two laid there.
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Angel's third trip to the bathroom as she heaved into the toilet.
Nothing stayed in her stomach, she leant to the cool tiles, placing her cheek on them.
"you look terrible" Mike said, worry flashing in his eyes, "should I call a doctor"
"no" the hazel eyed – nauseated – woman whimpered,
"angel, this isn't like a common cold, trust me" the sandy haired wrestler stressed,
"just..no doctors" Angel said, mustering enough energy to pull herself from the floor, leaning against the sink with the water running.
Mike sighed, running a hand over his face before pulling angel's bangs back.
He had angel slanged to his side when they turned back to the bed.
The first thing the blue-eyed man saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Red lipstick smeared on the mirror, with a scarlet scarf slanged on the side with something weighing it down.
Upon further notice, the smearing was words.
'you told on me, bitch. Don't you dare tell anyone about me. Next time it's going to be worst than food poisoning for you and lover boy, doll.'
Angel looked up at Mike, curious on why he stopped.
Her hazel eyes followed his blue ones, to freeze on the spot.
"he's been here again" she muttered, tears tingling in her eyes.
Mike squeezed her hand, before untying the scarlet scarf, revealing pieces of twisted metal inside,
He emptied the content of the scarf on the bed, silently asking angel what they were.
Her long fingers twisted it and turned, before the remaining color in her face drained,
"its my necklace" she said, her eyes wide, her fingers dropping the metal.
Mike inspected it, Angel still sitting cross-legged frozen on the bed.
Angel's suspicion was true. You could see pieces of the wing-like markings on various pieces.
Angel brought up her legs to her stomach, looking as fragile as a glass doll.
"why is he coming after me Mike, why?" she whimpered, "what did I ever do to…to…this m-monster?" she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mike sat beside her, her head in his lap, playing with her hair and drawing random patterns on her back.
Truth is, he didn't know what to do. How this person got in and out the room so quickly. Why he was coming at angel. And how did he get close enough to actually poison angel?
Mike sighed, leaning his head to the headboard, making sure not to move the fast asleep angel. He vowed to himself that he'd never let her sleep crying again.