Chapter 27
The call girls, including Angel were brought in at the University of Miami Hospital and examined by the doctors. Some were so afraid of being touched that psychiatrists from the psychological floor were brought in to give them words of comfort.
Thankfully, all of them were allowed to remove the awful skimpy costumes that they wore and were given hospital garments.
Angel's back was examined and her open wounds were cleaned out and stitched up. She was taken to be X-rayed as the doctors believed that she might have broken bones somewhere. Luckily, there weren't any. She was given IV as she was dehydrated and placed in a room where it was guarded by hospital security. Mok was beside her the whole time and did not dare himself to leave Angel's side.
"Do you mind if I close my eyes for a while?" she asked.
"No, you should sleep. I'll be here right beside you," he assured her and she shut her eyes and was asleep in a few seconds.
Mok watched her throughout the night, making sure that she was comfortable and not suffering from night terrors.
'I was such a fool,' he said in his mind, 'I should've opened my heart to her a long time ago.'
However, something was troubling him; why did Angel come here? Surely she didn't here by her own free will. He had to ask her when she wakes up.
He looked at Angel's back and touched the stitches. They reminded him of the thorns from his rose garden back in Ohmtown. Then, the memory of his first meeting with Angel and their conversation in his garden flowed into his mind. He decided to go back a bit further, when Angel and her friends entered his mansion, and of her boyfriend.
"Omar?" he whispered and began to think.
Omar clearly acted like a jerk in front of Angel, but why? Mok decided to go further in his memories when he first saw Angel performing.
He remembered that Angel interrupted Omar's act with her gentle love ballad and it was in fact much better than Omar's hard rock on his guitar device. Omar's face, Mok could not forget that face, it was full of anger. No, not anger; more like irritation and rage.
Then, Mok's mind was filled with that of the face of his father. There was rage in those eyes and Mok hated those eyes.
'Go away, I don't want to see your face, not ever, again,' his thoughts said, calmingly and Bull's eyes faded away into the blackness.
Mok looked back at Angel, who was sound asleep. He sat at a chair and laid his head besides her. "You are all I ever wanted," he said to her and fell asleep.