Then one day, the doctor returned to Angela's room. "Well, Angela," he said, smiling, "I never would have believed it, but I think you're ready to go home."
"Yes, I am," Angela smiled. She was already dressed, all hospital tubes and needles taken out, with only a taped cotton ball where the IV had been. And she certainly looked better, too—with minimal bruising.
There were hugs all around, as everyone welcomed Angela back to the land of the living.
What happened next surprised everyone—but most of all, Lilith. Dirk hit one knee, took her hand, and said, "I know these past few weeks have been rough on you—as they have been on all of us. You've been so good to Angela lately, and if—"
He took out a small box and opened the lid, revealing a diamond engagement ring, "if you would accept this as a token of my love, I promise you—I will be just as good to you, if not better. I guess what I'm trying to ask is—will you marry me?"
Lilith gasped. She certainly didn't deserve this—not after what had happened over the years before the accident. "Dirk—I—I can't believe you'd still ask me—even after everything that happened that first night. I—I—"
She burst into tears—this time tears of joy—and cried on his shoulder. "Of course I'll marry you!"