Too Good To Be True?

Chapter 1 Ⅱ

"Angel...?"

Angel? I thought in confusion. Who...? Angel...

I struggled to open my eyes, the yellow light of the room burning my eyelids and then my corneas as I was finally able to pry them open. I wanted to hold my hand up to block the light, but I was too weak to lift my arm.

Where am I...? I tried to turn my head to investigate my surroundings but I felt like a concrete statue with no control over any of my limbs. Why can't I move...? I focused all my energy on my hand and managed to lift a finger, a small triumph, yet I wasn't sure why. What the hell happened...

"Angel?" The strange voice spoke again and this time, I was sure it wasn't just in my head. There was an immense sigh of relief and then, "Oh, Angel! You... y-you're awake! Well, of course you're awake, I mean I knew you would be soon, i-it's just... s-such a surprise! A great surprise!"

A figure walked over to my bedside, a man with a perfect mess of dirty blonde hair on top of his head and blue eyes accentuated by the bloodshot rims. He looked like a serial killer and I wanted nothing more than to yell for help and run as far away as possible. He took my hand and an agonizing fire raced up my arm, but I wasn't able to pull it away or voice any sort of complaint.

"Would you like me to help you sit up?" he asked, obviously exhausted yet completely overwhelmed with emotions all at once. He didn't wait for me to attempt a response, he simply slipped an arm behind my back, the burning sensation from his skin on mine engulfing me and making me want to scream. He was very gentle however as he carefully lifted me up, treating me like a china doll that could break at any moment. He propped up the pillows behind me and delicately laid me against them so I was sitting at a comfortable angle.

I scanned the room and was very confused. I had never been here before. What were all those things on the shelves? And what was in those bottles? And what in the world was that annoying beeping sound? I was frightened, very frightened.

I opened my mouth to try and speak but no words formed. My throat felt dryer than the Sahara and I glanced at the nightstand beside me, straining to reach for the cup of water sitting there but to no avail.

"Oh, of course, here," the man said, quickly picking up the cup as he noticed me eyeing it. He considered my hand but must've decided I probably couldn't hold it because he carefully lifted it to my lips and helped me swallow some of the refreshing liquid.

Okay, so maybe he's not a murderer.

After a few moments, he set the cup down and just stared at me, the happiest of smiles gracing his lips, which completely contrasted the rest of his look.

I decided not to assume the worst and managed to mutter out, "Where...?"

He sighed, "You... you're in the hospital, Princess... There was an accident, I... I'm so sorry..." His relieved expression fell into a look of absolute devastation, but I couldn't imagine why.

"Hospital...?" I looked around again, having gained a little strength, and saw that my right arm was in a cast and that the brain-splitting beeping I'd been hearing was a screen next to my bed. I then realized I was hooked up to it and that it was showing my heartbeat. Why would they need to watch that?

"You're going to be okay, I promise. The doctor will be here any minute and he'll get you nice and comfy, alright?" He softly took my hand again but I forced all my strength into my good arm to slide it away.

"Who... are you...?" I asked, my vocal chords feeling like they were scraping together with each word.

He stared down at our separated hands for a few uncomfortable moments, looking like he'd just been slapped across the face, and then he slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine and it took every bit of willpower I had to keep it.

"Angel, it... it's me..." he whispered, his voice breaking. "It... it's David, you... you know me..."

I was becoming more uneasy by the minute and I tried to shrink away from him, but I had nowhere to go. He reached for my hand again but I pulled it away, scared tears coming to my eyes.

"Who? Who...? Who are you?!" My voice quickly ramped in volume along with my heart rate, the monitor's beeping mimicking it and making me want to cover my ears to block out its piercing frequency. Tears streamed down my face as he just stared at me in shock, his mouth agape and his own tears dripping down his cheeks.

"You don't remember...?" he asked, seemingly becoming a lump of clay as every ounce of strength he had left his body. "But... but you have to! It's me, it's David! It's Charming! Angel, you have to remember, please!"

He reached for my hand desperately and I screamed, sobbing uncontrollably as his skin burned mine.

A woman in a light pink uniform rushed into the room and pulled his hand away, talking to him soothingly as another came to my side and tried to do the same for me, but I was in full freak-out mode.

Everything became a blur after that and I honestly don't remember any of it. All I knew was that soon enough I was asleep again, drifting aimlessly through a dream world that made as little sense as the real one at the moment.