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[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas looked over at Duskin, glad he was able to get Connor to keep Christy at Deacon's. She closed her eyes again, listening to Duskin sigh in frustration.

"I'm trying, Dolly.." He told her, and she nodded.

"It's okay. He'll be here.." She said quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to ignore the pain in her entire body.

"You need another blanket?" He asked, and she nodded. She heard him leave the room and she started praying, praying that Caine would answer his phone.

[caine johnson]

Caine was walking around in circles with no where to go. He wasn't sure of where Dallas was or where Jayce was. He felt alone. People passed him by in groups and in couples and it just made the feeling of being alone worse. His mind wondered to Dallas. Her golden blond hair that fell perfectly anytime she messed with it. She a smile that could brighten up the world, and her eyes. God, how he loves her eyes. The way she wrapped her arms around him. The thought of her always made him happy. Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzzz..

Caine looked down at his phone, a smile appeared on his lips. "Hello Beautiful, what's up?" He answered, hoping she was calling for them to meet somewhere. His cheeks flushed red, and his heart beat faster, anticipating her answer.

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[duskin]

Duskin raised an eyebrow at his answer. "I appreciate being called beautiful, but I don't know what Dallas would think about her prince charming flirting with her brother." He said with a laugh, feeding his dollar into the vending machine.

"Uh, Dallas is up here at the hospital. She's cohearant but if they have to put her under, it won't be long before they do. A drunk driver hit her, shattered her entire left leg, broke her rib cage on that side.." He took his coke from the machine, popping the tab. "And she has a couple broken fingers. But they're probably going to have to put her leg back together. She just wants you up here."

[caine johnson]

"Oh Sorry, Duskin." Caine chuckled. That was weird.. He glanced at his phone again, it read Dallas as the caller so why was it Duskin speaking. Caine shook his head, and put the phone back to his hear. "Oh, she wouldn't be very happy with that." He chuckled.

But his breath stopped as Duskin began talknig again. Dallas. Hospital. Drunk Drive. It was all that went through his mind. His mouth was silent, any words he could have said were no where to be found. His eyes began to water, and he tried to blink them away, but with no luck. "Sh-..wh--" His mind couldn't make a responive answer. He looked around the street. "I'm coming." Caine quickly jamed the phone into his phone, waving his arm furecsouly for a taxe. "TAXI! damni! TAXI." Finally one pulled over, and he hurriedly got inside. "Go to the hospital" He demanded. The cabie just started at him, Caine's eye grew furiours. "GO!"

The cabbie quickly turned around and took off towards the hospital. Speeding through yellow lights, swieving in and out of lanes. Caine was nohing but panic in the back seat. His cheeks wet from the constant wiping of tears. "No.. what the hell! She's an angel for... ughh!" His fist pouded against the back of the passengers seat. "5.56" The cabbie pulled off to the side to let him out. Caine threw a chunk of cash and ran ino the hospial.

"Where's Dallas! Where's Dallas Atkins!" He choked as he got to the front desk. The began to ask him question. "She's my princess. NOW, where is she!" He yelled, a nurse stepped behind from behind the counted, and took Caine's hand, leading him down the hall way. The came to he door and a small tear rolled down her face. His hand began to shake as he reached for the door. His chest inhaled deeply as he swung it open. "Dallas?"



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[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas looked up from where she was laying. Duskin had put a blanket over the left side of her body, not wanting to see how mutilated she looked. He moved from the seat he was sitting in next to her, taking the seat at the foot of her bed. She smiled at him, holding out her hand.

"Hey.." She said quietly, getting dizzy from the pain medicine. "I hate having to see you like this.." She said quietly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. She played with his hair for a minute, then dropped her hand to the bed beside her. "I guess Duskin told you what happened.."

"She just woke up. The impact would have killed her, had she been a human, but they had to start her heart again." Duskin said quietly from the foot of her bed, knowing she couldn't hear any hushed tones. "She can't hear out of her left hear, and barely out of her right. She must've hit her head."

"My back hurts.." She mumbled.

"That's because your left wing is broken, Dallas." She looked over at him, not hearing what he had said.

"Hm?"

He leaned closer. "Your wing is broken. Like your leg." And she nodded, looking back up at Caine.

"I'm broken, he said."

[caine johnson]

His body went in shock, he was unable to talk, think, or even move. But when Dallas reached out for him, he hurried over o her and sat down. Grabbing her hand softly. "He did..." He nodded at Duskin, but his eyes never left Dallas's face. His eyes were bloodshot from rubbing towels over his eye lids before coming in, trying to wipe away the tears. "Dallas.. no.. " His voice was husky. He felt her hand start to slip away, and he felt shattered inside. "I'm so sorry.." His voice was shaky, as he ran his hands through her fair, lightly, trying not to hurt. But soon stopped, thinking it was causing pain. Caine took one last look at Dallas, before looking towards the floor with his hands holding his head. Tears dropped to the floor making little puddles. His mind rushed back to an old memory that was now more vivid

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[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas watched him walk away and cry. Her heart broke, even if she couldn't hear him because he was so far away. A nurse came in and asked her something, and she used her good hand to wipe away her tears.

"Hm?"

"-if you're ready to get your leg fixed." Dallas just nodded, feeling the woman stick a needle in her arm. She looked down at it, then back to Caine, falling asleep within the minute.

When she came out of surgery, she could hear a lot better, but she was in terrible pain. She looked over and saw Duskin asleep in a chair. She looked down at the splints on her fingers, wondering just what else they had done. She could feel bandages on her side, but only where stitches were, apparently. She moved the blanket back, and saw her entire leg in a cast. She leaned back with a sigh, looking up as Caine walked in. She reached for him, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Caine.." She cried, pulling herself up a bit in the bed. "You look worse than me.."

[caine johnson]

As they pulled Dallas out of the room, Caine rushed to the bathroom feeling like he was going to explode. "Get OUT!" He yelled at a man who was washing his hands. He didn't care how rude he was being, THIS was NOT happening. He slammed a rash can against the door, and then locked it. "What the hell." He cried, rubbing his hands through his hair. No, this couldn't be happening. How could this happen to an Angel? His Angel?

Caine walked over o the sink, turning the cold water on full blast. His hands cupped together under the water before splashing it over his face. Caine did this motion over and over again, hoping to get the memory to go away. He sobbed, and choked, but kept throwing the water on his face. Finally he stopped, looking up into the mirrior. He was a mess. His eyes blood shot. Skin pale. Almost like a dead corpse. His hands rubbed over his face, trying to add a little color to them, but it was no use. At least not til he grabbed the towel and wiped his face off.

Caine breathed deeply, hoping he could calm down before going back to see Dallas. He looked himself in the mirrior, cracking his knuckles. Turning on his right foo, he headed towards the door, opening it and moving slowly. His mind was now blank, almost like a zombie. He wasn't sure of wha to think. She would still be alive right? Tears welled up in his eyes again as he came close to her door. He heard his name called, and quietly walked in.

"Dallas.." It was all that came from his mouth. He strode over to her bed, pulling up a chair to sit down in. "Dallas... I'm so scared..." A tear rolled down his check, he wanted to reach out and touch her, anywhere, just to have the feeling of her being close to him. He looked into her eyes, more tears began to well up in his.

As they pulled Dallas out of the room, Caine rushed to the bathroom feeling like he was going to explode. "Get OUT!" He yelled at a man who was washing his hands. He didn't care how rude he was being, THIS was NOT happening. He slammed a rash can against the door, and then locked it. "What the hell." He cried, rubbing his hands through his hair. No, this couldn't be happening. How could this happen to an Angel? His Angel?

Caine walked over o the sink, turning the cold water on full blast. His hands cupped together under the water before splashing it over his face. Caine did this motion over and over again, hoping to get the memory to go away. He sobbed, and choked, but kept throwing the water on his face. Finally he stopped, looking up into the mirrior. He was a mess. His eyes blood shot. Skin pale. Almost like a dead corpse. His hands rubbed over his face, trying to add a little color to them, but it was no use. At least not til he grabbed the towel and wiped his face off.

Caine breathed deeply, hoping he could calm down before going back to see Dallas. He looked himself in the mirrior, cracking his knuckles. Turning on his right foo, he headed towards the door, opening it and moving slowly. His mind was now blank, almost like a zombie. He wasn't sure of wha to think. She would still be alive right? Tears welled up in his eyes again as he came close to her door. He heard his name called, and quietly walked in.

"Dallas.." It was all that came from his mouth. He strode over to her bed, pulling up a chair to sit down in. "Dallas... I'm so scared..." A tear rolled down his check, he wanted to reach out and touch her, anywhere, just to have the feeling of her being close to him. He looked into her eyes, more tears began to well up in his.



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[dallas emery atkins]

"Shh.." She reached over, running a hand through his hair. She sniffled, biting back tears. It killed her to see her prince like this. She ran her hand across his cheek, tipping his chin back.

"Don't be scared.. Everything's going to be okay, Caine.." She whispered, running her thumb gently over his chin. She moved over in the bed, careful not to hit anything. She took his hand, gently pulling him to the bed next to her. She rubbed his chest gently, as best she could with her broken fingers. She laid her head on her arm, her other hand playing with his hair.

"Everything's going to be okay.." She said quietly, looking over at him. She kissed him softly, still playing with his hair. She just wanted to know he was there, that he hadn't left. "I'm still here.."

[caine johnson]

He looked up, feeling her fingers on his hair. It sent a tingle down his spine, but it couldn't make the pain he felt fade. His voice choked, not being able to speak. Once again he ran through the memory of the wreck he had been, and played several scenioars that Dallas could have been in. But she was alive, but was the cause she was only angel. Caine was still confused about the whole situation.

Her lips were sweet against his, he drank in the few seconds that it held, but he didn't want it to end there. Caine leaned forward all the way ,so Dallas could be comforatble. He pressed his lips against her cheek softly, moving closer and closer to her lips before he finally met them. His tongue ran across her lip gently, and he held the kiss for a few seconds longer before setting back down in his chair.

"Dallas.. I'm so happy your okay." He choked out, trying to catch his breath. His eyes stared a hole into the ground, he wasn't sure of what to say or do. His left foot jiggled quietly as his nerves grew. Every so often, he would wipe his brow with his hand. Caine looked up to Dallas, puffing his cheeks out and then releasing the air. "I'm so happy your alive. I-" He stopped talking, unable to come up with anything to say.

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