Strings Of Fate

Chapter 30: Safe

Waking up in a less than desirable condition wasn't abnormal for Angel. In fact, it was, dare he say, normal. To wake up either hungover from the night's activities prior, sleep-deprived -which was normal- or having anything below his hips aching. The last was especially normal after a difficult day dealing with Valentino and clients.

However this time, none of those were the case, strangely. In fact, when he awoke he found himself staring at a ceiling with his temples pounding. As if someone was beating a hammer against them from inside his head. His body -chest especially- felt like it was on fire. It left his body feeling numb despite being able to move it now.

A side effect from the drug that was injected in me.

Angel's mind concluded.

His chest felt especially on fire as if a bad case of heartburn. And while he could move his body it was with great difficulty. Unlike most, he had to focus more than he should have on attempting to just sit up. As he shifted and heard a soft 'oink' he registered the lightweight on his lap. A smile pulled at his lips as he registered the pig on his lap. Thank god he was okay.

As he pushed onto his elbows his back registered the armrest behind him, deducing that he was laying on a couch. The familiar sweet smell followed by a warmth made themselves known to his senses too. A coat around him?

However, the blinding white-hot pain rushing to his head left no room for him to process his surroundings. A grunt escaped his lips as Angel tried to press a hand to the side of his head in a miserable attempt to stop the pain. Closing his eyes to block out the light in the room didn't seem to help either.

It took a moment to process the new pressure on his chest as a hand pushing him back down. He resisted the instinct to push it back and just allowed it to push him down. The pressure on his head eased once he laid back down but didn't entirely cease. He softly groaned as his eyes opened once more.

His mind processed the hand coming up to his face to brush some hair away from his eyes. Turning his head to the side seemed something his body could manage right now. For his efforts, he was rewarded with the sight of a certain brunette sitting in a chair beside the couch. He looked relieved to see Angel awake and he leaned forward onto his knees. Something Angel didn't think was possible of his ever perfect posture.

"I wouldn't recommend sitting up right now." Angel rolled his eyes restraining himself from replying 'obviously.' Now with the better angle, the living room didn't look like Alastor's strangely. This only led him to feel a little panicked. Assuming Alastor had been the one to save his sorry ass, he didn't peg Alastor for someone who was likely a reckless driver. After all, he couldn't see a law abiding driver getting away from Vox and Valentino without an issue.

The brief remainder of Daniel flashed somewhere in his head..oh he hoped he was okay. Angel sighed, putting his hand on his forehead. "Fuck how long was I out? My heads killin' me..and my body feels like it's on fireh.."

Alastor hummed, "yes I assumed that is from the drug still in your system. And you have been out for five hours." Angel paled, he didn't want to even begin to think of what would have been done to him had he been in Valentino's 'care' right now.

"And..this is your place?" Before Alastor could reply a pillow came harshly down on Angel's face. A muffled cursed rang from under the pillow as Angel reached up to grab it despite the mild burning running through his arm. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he pulled the pillow away. However, he was least of all expecting to be met with the stern motherly look a certain oranged haired woman had.