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Angela is a little out of breath when she runs up to the infirmary and hovers outside just a little to catch her breath before going in.

She walks quietly, just in case he's sleeping, finds his bed, and quietly places a chair nearby, sits down in it.

She presses her lips together in concern, and leans over to smooth his hair a little. Her other arm is folded around her stomach.

She's going to have to leave a note for her grandfather, because she's not leaving him while he's here.

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Melou is sleeping, and sleeps for a while, but when he does wake up, she's still there.

"Hey." His voice is hoarse and weak and he looks... well, like he's just narrowly escaped death. But he tries to smile.

In the meantime, Angela has run out only once to let her grandfather know she was staying with a sick friend in the infirmary.

"Hey, you," she says softly, smiling at him a little as she leans over him. "Your brother told me you were here. Couldn't just let you stay up here with no company, now could I?"

"Mele left?" His brow creases slightly, worried.

Angela bites her lip. "Yes. I'm sure he'll be back soon, though."

"Yeah. He's got something to do." Melou sighs, a little too deeply, and winces.

Angela nods. "Is there anything I can get you? Anything at all?" She slides her hand into his.

"Water?" He looks over at her hopefully.

Angela nodded and went over to get it for him, putting a bendy straw in it.

She remembers that from when her little brother needed his tonsils out, it was easier to drink while lying down and she didn't want him trying to sit up at all.

She holds it for him as he drinks.

"Do you...do you want to tell me what happened?" she asks quietly. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

The straw gets a look, but he says nothing, just lets her hold the cup while he drinks.

"Thanks." He thinks for a moment and frowns. "I... don't remember much."

Angela nods. "I imagine you wouldn't."

She just wants to hug him hard, but yeah, not such a good idea right now, so she holds his hand and kisses his knuckles gently. "I'm glad that you were able to make it here--the doctors are good."

And you mightn't have been saved, out there.

"I'm very glad I came into the bar tonight, too."

"Nice to have you here." He tries another smile and it's better this time, but he knows he was lucky.

"How you been?"

"I've been well enough."

She looks good, has a little color on her skin, freckles scattered across her nose from sun. The scratches on her arms are nearly healed and so is her lip.

"Grampa's been taking good care of me, and I'm going to talk to another doctor, Malcolm Crowe, about my...nightmares and memory and stuff."

She pauses. "It's beautiful where Grampa lives. It's been nice being there."

She always looks good to him. Especially now.

"Good." He squeezes her hand. "It was Constantine."

Angela presses her lips together. "He tried to kill you? Were you still in Camelot?"

She's not happy when people hurt those she cares about.

Not at all.

Silently, she wishes Melehan 'good luck'.

"On our way home, Wales." He still has to pause every now and then. Breathing and talking at the same time hurts.

"Not him but he set it up."

Angela nods, her face tense. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "At least you're safe here."

Relatively speaking.

She leans over him a little, and runs her hand over his hair. "You scared me," she says softly. "It's good to hear your voice."

Even weakened as it is.

"Got you back, then." There's another tired smile.

"Yeah. That'll teach me," she says, smiling back.

She bites her lip shyly. "Hey. Can I kiss you?"

If it's gonna hurt him, she won't. Therefore, the asking.

He actually hesitates. If talking and breathing is hard enough, kissing and breathing can't be any easier.

But it's Melou.

"Just a quick one and, uh, don't lean on me."

She smiles. "No problem."

She leans over, careful not to touch him anywhere else but his lips, and kisses him softly, the merest pressure on his mouth.

Angela sits up and says, "You should rest. But I'm going to be here, if you need anything at all."

Melou does his best to kiss back and then sighs, softly this time.

"Yeah, guess I should." He keeps hold of her hand.

Angela doesn't let go either. "Will you be able to, or should I get someone to give you something?"

"Pretty tired." Is all he says and settles back a bit, wincing again slightly and then closing his eyes.

It's not long before the hand holding hers relaxes and he's once again asleep.

Angela releases his hand gently so as not to wake him, and settles in her chair to read quietly.

She'll keep watch. Everyone needed someone with them in the hospital.

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