Pax forced himself awake. He saw the lights going through the glass. Little white dots in the darkness. Pax felt a rough warm hand on this head. He turned his head feeling his neck throb seeing Richard. He blinked his eyes and the next sight he saw was a room. A bright white room. He moved his arms feeling a sharp tooth pick like prick in his forearm. He looked and a nurse injected a solution into him. He saw the red hair on the top of her head pulled into a bun. He moved sharply. "Gale. Wheres Gale!?" Pax forced himself up but a hand pushed him back down. He looked up and saw Arron smiling. Pax clasped his hand. "Is she still here? Is Gale...dead?"
Arron shook his head, "No... Shes not dead... Shes safe... She just got out of surgery." Arron moved a machine and a metal rail on the bed Pax was lying on,
Pax watched as another bed was rolled in and locked next to him. He saw the face and he let Arrons go and clasped the hand. The skinny pail hand moved and closed onto his. "Pax... is that you..."
Pax struggled and moved over onto her bed ripping out cords and wires from him pushing them away. He pulled her body close to him and panted into her neck, "Don't... Please don't do that again." Tears ripped down his face,
Gales eyes looked at him. Her eyes were in pain. There was fear... Pax saw it and clenched his hands in her hair.
Hours later:
Pax kicked open the door holding Gale in his arms like an infant. Her head was on his shoulder. Pax placed her body on the bed and covered her up to her bust. He smiled gently.
Gales eyes were closed sleeping. Pax looked down. He stood up then walked out. "I know what I can do now." He ran out of the room.
Gale woke up looking around. She jumped seeing Arron standing there. "What ever he does he better stay out of trouble." his eyes narrow.
Gale looked down then sighed remembering the tears that ran down his face. "The tears of a bad ass... Gone soft... Now I've seen everything."