Sweetheart

Chapter 8: Awake

It had been a few weeks since Alastor had been injured. He still hasn't woken up. Angel was becoming more depressed with each day Alastor didn't wake up. He started sleeping by Alastor's bed every day and wouldn't go anywhere else. Not even Molly could get him to leave. Even Alastor was unconscious, Angel would talk to him every day. The conversations were usually about how much he missed him.

"You look cute when you sleep, Al." Angel put his hand on Alastor's. "I keep wondering if you might be dreaming. If you are, I hope you're dreaming good things...I miss you, Bambi." Angel smiled a little as he said the name. Alastor wasn't smiling while he slept. Alastor had a neutral look on his face.

After a few hours of reading a book Charlie had brought him, Angel started thinking of different songs. One song seemed to really stick out to him. He related with it, so he decided since he had nothing because to do, he night as well sing.

Angel finished, and then started crying. He sat there feeling alone. All he wanted was for Alastor to wake up. He'd give up drinking, drugs, and his job just to have Alastor wake up. After so long Alastor and him finally got together, and not a day after Alastor got hurt. It wasn't fair. Angel was crying so much that when Alastor's hand tightened around his, he didn't notice. It wasn't until Alastor spoke that Angel stopped crying.

"Please.....don't.....cry.....love" Alastor's voice was a low whisper, but Angel heard it. Angel's head snapped up to see a pair of tired and worried red eyes looking at him. To make sure he wasn't dreaming, Angel put his hand on Alastor's warm cheek and said-

"Are you really awake you asshole?" Alastor let out a chuckle.

"Yes, Darling. Your Strawberry Pimp has awoken." Angel didn't tell, he didn't get the others, he laid next to Alastor and sobbed on his shoulder. Alastor rubbed a comforting hand on Angel's back.

"I th-thought you w-were gone for g-g-good." Angel looked up at Alastor.

"Angel, I woke because I heard you singing." Alastor kissed Angel's forehead. "How long was I asleep?"

"Three weeks. Everyone's been worried about you." Angel wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Well...do we really need to tell them I'm awake yet? I was hoping to be with you for a bit." Angel felt himself blush. Alastor wanted to be with him instead of looking after the hotel. That made Angel feel special.

"I don't see why not." Angel gave a smile. It had been the first happy smile he had given in a while. It felt so good to be next to Alastor. Angel looked at Al's face....and for some reason, his ears. Angel gave a devious smile.

"Angel? Why are you-" Alastor was cut off by Angel petting his ears. At first Alastor flinched. His ears were really sensitive and ticklish, but if pet right he would-

"Puuuurrrrrrr." The sound came out of Alastor's throat as Alastor closed his eyes. When he realized what he had just done, his eyes flung open to see Angel Dust giving him the same face women make when they see a cute kitten or baby.

"That was adorable." Was all Angel said. Alastor gave a fierce blush. Ang was still petting his ears, so he purred again.

"If you tell anyone I swear-"

"Don't worry, Bambi~ I wouldn't dream of letting the others see how adorable you are. This gift is all mine and I refuse to share it." Alastor was now terrified.