By the time I woke up, they'd already taken Chris to surgery. It's not like it mattered much. He was unconscious, so I couldn't really say goodbye to him. I already said that last night anyways. Back when I was a surgeon, the families always used to talk to their loved ones when they were in comas or sedated. I'd already told them their loved one couldn't hear them or wouldn't remember it. They didn't care. It wasn't to comfort their family, it was to comfort themselves. I didn't want to be one of those selfish idiotic people.
This surgery would be long no matter what. It could easily get longer with the slightest complication. It's just a waiting game now. Ghost tried to convince me to eat breakfast but I couldn't even stomach the smell. Maxine, being the sweetheart she is, told me she'd still make me food later if I changed my mind. I don't want to eat until I know whether or not my husband is alive.
Our hearts are connected. I don't mean emotionally, even though that's true as well. I'm talking about our physical hearts have a connection to each other. When we get too far away from each other, we both get palpitations. I didn't think it would bother me now because he's not far away. He's just down the hall. However, I was very wrong. I continued to feel sharp pains in my chest and eventually it grew to a hollow feeling.
"Are you okay?" Kuza asked as he offered me a glass, "You look a little pale. This is tea, by the way. I don't know what's in it but Bret said it would help you relax."
"Thank you. My chest hurts. That's all. I'll be okay." I responded.
The warm cup in my hands felt so good. I was colder than I realized. Kuza and I were the only ones in the front room right now. Ghost and Ricky were once again trying to rekindle their relationship. I've heard a few shouts here and there. Nothing I cared to pay attention to. I sat in the armchair with my legs up against my chest. The fireplace was close to me but I still felt so cold.
"There's got to be something I can do to help." He replied.
"Just talking to me helps. Let's talk about something happy though."
Kuza sighed as he leaned back, "Happy... Happy... You know, I'm not really good at 'happy'."
I snickered, "I've gathered. Chris told me that you came from... How'd he put it? The Hell of Hell."
He laughed, revealing his sharp as fuck fangs in his smile, "That's one way to put it. I got pretty damn lucky. Mostly anyone there never made it out. Rich business men and socialites would come down there to feed their kinks. You could find a prostitute for literally anything down there. I wasn't a prostitute, actually. I was the one that protected them when a client got too rough for their liking. I guess Chris saw something in me that he liked because he offered me a fuck ton of money to come back to the city with him."
"You don't have to beat around the bush. I know he paid you for sex, not protection." I said, "Ricky kind of... alluded to me that you had a very interesting sex life together but he never got a chance to elaborate on that."
"What? You want me to tell you? Chris would kill me!"
"Well he's never going to tell me! You don't have to tell me, but it would be nice to know..." I trailed off with my soft voice. Creatures can't say no to the charm of an angel. I try not to use it but damn it, this has been driving me crazy not knowing.
He took a deep breath as he thought it out. "Fine. You'd probably find out eventually if Ricky was going to tell you. On Earth, for example, spiders are mostly harmless. The ones that do have venom are deadly but their venom is nothing more than poison. In Hell, there was a type of spider that their venom caused a... much different affect than poison.
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FanfictionWhen a war pushes an overflow of wounded vampires into angel hospitals, the leader of a resistance group finds his heart attaching to a holy doctor. Angelo dedicates himself to saving Chris' life, only to lose touch with him after he's discharged fr...