The days passed with the man unconscious. A apart of Rosangel enjoyed his company, enjoyed talking to him about her parents, enjoyed not being alone on her little paradise. A week had gone by since his accident, the colour had only started coming back to his cheeks.
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Rosangel was sitting next to the unconscious man talking his ear up. It was interesting for her to have someone to talk to, yet at the same time have no one to talk to. It could hardly be considered a conversation, just a verbal diary at most. None the less she was grateful, it was more than she had ordinarily.
After talking his ear off about her plants life, parent and everything else she would turn on the Bad moms podcast and listen to it with him, making little jokes. The elder lady discussed raising a black child in the 21st century. Every so often she would pause it to talk to the unconscious man as if he could hear all her opinions.
A week later she did it again, this time Rosangel had a can of pecan nuts with her. She would munch on them while commenting on the finance talk they were having on the podcast; this Saturday they were talking about the cost of adulting.
Rosangel fluffed his pillow making sure he was comftable. The podcast had finished and she was venting about her work. She spit out profanities passionately about her students while making the man comftable. You're going to wake up soon and see for yourself. Pre-Teens are the worst.
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This Saturday Rosangel just silently watched the man, it had been almost a month since his arrival, she worried that her medical help would only cause his death and he would never awake again. She moved to her jewellery box to remove a crystal encrusted neckless. She placed the important piece of jewellery on the mans unconscious body.
As she moved from the body her eyes looked over his pale features. As her eyes danced over his features she glanced at his face to discover him looking back at her. A gasp escaped her mouth. Rosangel wrapped her arms around him pulling him into her embrace. Holy sunflower seeds, you're awake!
Her medical expertise kicked in and she started to examine him. A disappointed sigh left her body at the end.
I guess you will need physical therapy. Your body is stiff. Rosangel stuttered slowly.
A frown adorned her face she watched his eyes stay the same. People say eyes are the pool to the soul yet yours tell me nothing. She spoke to the unmoving man.
We still have a podcast to listen to." She turned it on getting comftable on her chair. Like the prior Saturdays she would talk to him like he was listening, only this time. He actually was.
The man was confused at the movements around. His vision had started out very blurry, when it started to clear a beautiful woman with piercings was talking to him. His ears felt filled with water. Silently he watched trying to read her lips. She sat next to him playing something onto the speaker, she would laugh then turn to him to say something. As she babbled on Agma started moving his fingers as feeling started coming back.
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FanfictionAgma 악마 • (angma) (hanja 惡魔) a demon; a devil; Rosangel means "Rose of an angel" Ji-hun Kangjeon, a man of very little words. Being raised in the worlds most ruthless mafia had eradicated his humanity. Most now knew him as Agma. No one had called hi...