Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 30 | Support

          A hand gently set on my shoulder as I saw a talk stature in my peripheral vision. Kuza knelt down to my level, speaking softly, "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." He offered me his hand, which I took. Kuza helped me to stand up, continuing, "They don't have enough rooms for everyone to have their own, but you can have mine. I'll sleep on the couch."

          I sniffled, wiping my eyes, "Mike, it's okay. You don't have to do that."

          "I told you, it is my job to protect Chris, which means it's now my job to protect you, too. Please take my room." He insisted.

          Sighing, I agreed. It wouldn't be appropriate to let him stay in the room with me, considering some of our history. Ghost and I have shared a bed before when we were in tight quarters but that was different. Him and I are a lot more comfortable with each other. I'm starting to get over what Kuza did. He wasn't himself when he did it and I understand that. It's the images in my head that I can't seem to forget. The way he grabbed me, the way his voice threatened me, it's hard to hear the same voice and feel the same hands trying to be sweet to you.

          Kuza is trying his damnedest to earn my trust. After knowing he had a very long affair with my husband, it's hard to act like he's wholesome. When you see the redemption in his eyes, you want to trust him. He's so docile for someone that I know is capable of great violence. Despite how hard it's been to learn to see him as a friend, I am forever grateful for how he's helped Chris and I through this.

          As I walked towards Kuza's room, I jumped to hear a door slam suddenly. Ghost made a little screech of frustration as he held his head. I just kind of stared, not knowing how to take that. I'm assuming that had to do with Ricky. Who else would it be? When he realized we were standing there, he was quick to change his composure.

          "I'm sorry. Someone's just being an asshole again." He scoffed. "How's Chris?"

          "They had to put him into a medically induced coma and put him on a machine that's going to breathe for him. It was getting too tiring for him to do himself." I explained.

          "Fuck, I guess I should go tell Ricky." He sighed.

          I grabbed his arm, getting him to look back at me. "I'll tell him. Go sit down in Mike's room and I'll meet you in there in a few minutes."

          Ghost hesitantly walked towards his room. We've got enough issues right now. I don't want another blow up between those two. Not that I want to take sides or anything, but I do feel sorry for Ghost more. He's the only that just lost a child and had to find out how much his husband has been lying to him. From what I've seen, all Ricky's been doing is attacking the situation with anger. He's not given Ghost one ounce of understanding. It's not always a bad thing to be bullheaded but in this situation it is.

          When I approached the door, I could hear yelling on the other side. He wasn't yelling at Felix exactly, just yelling about Ghost to him. My first knock when unheard, it seemed. I knocked again and thankfully Felix came to the door. Ricky was still rambling on about Ghost. His eyes met mine with anger.

          "What?!" He yelled at me, "Are you here to yell at me again?"

          "No. I just came to give you an update on Chris." I murmured.

          Ricky sighed heavily, setting his hands on top of the dresser. "I'm sorry, Ange. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just, all of everything going on."

          "It's alright. I understand, you're under a lot of stress." At least your partner is still alive and healthy, prick. Go 'head and keep taking that for granted. I decided it was best I played this at a neutral ground. We can't let this rip us apart. "They sedated him so he's in a coma now, and they've put him on a vent to help him breathe."