Chapter 99: Monroe

Home... Angel, Zachery, Marguerite, and Stephens. He remembered Angel's fingers resting against his chest and Zachery's low voice assuring her that everything would be okay. For a short time he didn't think he'd make it. The anguish of leaving Zachery and Angel again was unbearable and what kept him moving in their direction.

The pain was finally at a bearable level, but the past hours, or maybe days, were a blur. He tested his limbs to see that everything worked.

Dull, throbbing pain, but manageable.

He needed the bathroom first, then food, then... rest. Just the thought of getting up made him want to close his eyes again. But, the pressure on his bladder could no longer be denied. He rolled to his side away from Angel's warmth and realized he was attached to an IV line.

He attempted to rip out the needle.

A large hand, very un-Angel, grabbed his wrist. "I don't think so," Zachery said.

Monroe turned his head and saw Zachery lying next to Angel.

"Then how the hell do you expect