The news that Miss Angel finally got out of danger after being in a coma for almost six days and woke up quickly spread all over the world with the well-developed Internet and the media, those who lit candles and prayed for her day and night finally breathed a sigh of relief. This rejoice. Both the public and public opinion at this time are very unanimous that this is something worth celebrating. As for those who will turn against Angela, at the beginning, these people were still guessing something around the corner, waiting for the video to be released. He kept his mouth shut as soon as he got online.
Even the police officers of the Beverly Hills Police Department kept a cross on their chests, thanking God for not calling Angela back. During this time, they were repeatedly criticized every day, from receiving the call to arriving at the scene to wait for a while The series of actions were all pointed under the magnifying glass, and the pressure was not ordinary. If Angela really died because of the shooting incident, I am afraid that many people would be unlucky because of it.
According to the grapevine, the murderer who made this school shooting, Samson Latifah, who has been silent and kept silent since being detained in the detention center, shouted with joy when he heard Angela out of danger , but the misunderstood police took care of it. Immediately after the news came out, a witness who claimed to be the shooting broke the news online that Samson was very frustrated when he was escorted away, and shouted "I didn't mean it" when he was first subdued.
"If he is really repenting, then go to the electric torture chair honestly!" Someone commented.
"Obviously, Angela's charm is unstoppable, and even the murderer is moved by it." Someone also left a message.
But no matter whether these messages are angry vents or well-meaning jokes, people have only one purpose, that is, to reverse the previous heavy atmosphere and continue to pray for Angela, hoping that she can appear in front of everyone intact as soon as possible.
The wishes are good, but the reality will not change because of the good wishes. Although Angela has woken up from the coma and left the ICU ward, according to the doctor's estimate, she will stay in the hospital for at least the first half of the year. Even 8 months!
Gunshot wounds are not so easy to heal. Even if Angela is fortunately neither lungs nor livers are injured, it still takes time to recover. The kind of anti-machine gun that can still survive with dozens of bullets. The scene of harvesting the enemy will only appear in movies or on the battlefield. In addition, she lost too much blood and her resistance was lowered. Complications such as low-grade fever would accompany her for a long time, so she could not think about it for half a year.
"Jesse, can you close the curtains? The sun is a little harsh." Angela, who was lying on the hospital bed, said in a soft tone. Her pale face made her look sick, but at the same time, she looked even more ill. It's so adorable, one can't help but want to hold her in his arms and take good care of her.
"Okay, I'll come right away." Jessica, who was arranging things for her, immediately put down her work, walked quickly to the front of the window and pulled the curtains a little to the middle, "Is this all right?"
"That's it, very good, thank you, Jesse, you are so considerate." Angela's tone brought a little teasing.
"This is what I should have done, you are a patient." Jessica just shrugged her shoulders, gave a gentle smile, and then stretched out her hand strangely and waved in front of Angela who was in a daze: "What's the matter? "
"Oh... it's nothing..." Angela, who had recovered, shook her head, then tilted her head to look at Jessica, "It's just... what you said just now... I seem to have heard it somewhere."
"Of course I've heard it before, we've said this to you more than once!" Jessica suddenly crossed her hips angrily.
"Hey hey, I just said one more sentence, don't do it." Angela shouted quickly, because the wound was still healing, and the movement of waving her arm made her spend a lot of effort.
"No need? What's the matter?" Jessica suddenly became excited, "Have you really heard what we said? Have you really cared about our feelings?! Do you know that we almost lost you? It's gone!"
Jessica's eye circles suddenly turned red. Angela, who had seen too many expressions like this in the past few days, was moved but also had a headache. In order to prevent similar speeches, she immediately resorted to her own trick—moving first. He moved his body as if he wanted to sit up, and then let out a light hum with a painful expression on his face.
"Angie, are you alright!" Jessica, who was startled, stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder nervously and carefully.
"No... It's okay, it's probably a wound." Angela said with a bitter face, and then squeezed out a comforting smile.
"Really?" Jessica looked down suspiciously, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything through the quilt and clothes.
"Do you want me to call a doctor?" Jessica continued.
"No, no, I'll explain the situation to Dr. Ramton when he comes to inspect. Damn, how many days do I have to lie like this." Angela's tone was full of complaints. It was true that she went too far during the performance. Involved in the wound, if it wasn't for Jessica's worries, she would have grinned and screamed.
"You didn't ask for it yourself. When you opened the door and found no one, you closed the door quickly. Why hesitate?!" Jessica became excited again, "And those students, how could they think of opening the door! These are those who are preventing shooting incidents. It's written in the manual!"
"Okay, Jesse, it's hard for everyone to make the right decision even if they stay calm in that situation," Angela said with a wry smile. "Okay, Jesse, can we stop talking about this?"
Jessica opened her mouth and finally sighed lightly, wrapping her arms around Angela's neck, putting her head on her shoulders and leaning over her upper body. Angela didn't speak anymore, just grabbed Jessica's hand and felt silently.
The two of them just snuggled up quietly and didn't say a word, letting the time pass. I don't know how long it took—maybe only a few minutes, maybe a few hours—before there was a low voice at the door, and Jessica looked like a frightened little boy. The rabbit jumped up. With a blushing face, she brushed the hair from her ears, and glared at Angela, who was gloating over her misfortune, and then turned her head uneasily. After seeing who was coming, Jessica was relieved, but at the same time, she was a little uncomfortable.
"Need me—" Rachel, who was holding a handful of flowers at the door, made a gesture they knew each other. She was wearing a T-shirt and leggings, a pair of brown boots, and a decent beige trench coat. She looks quite charming.
"No, no," Jessica hurriedly stood up to explain, "we just... we just..."
Seeing that she was stuck and didn't know what words to use, Rachel hurriedly snickered and interrupted: "Okay, I see."
Jessica scratched her face a little embarrassed, and then asked something, "You replace Kate..."
"Yes." Rachel nodded, and then corrected a little: "Actually, Kate asked me to come."
Jessica almost didn't laugh, but fortunately she covered her mouth immediately, and then rubbed it as if the movement was natural. Rachel, who was looking in her eyes, didn't say anything, and her eyes immediately fell on Angela, who was lying on the bed with a strange look.
"Okay, then I'll go first, and she'll leave it to you." Jessica packed up her things knowingly, then walked to Angela and bowed her head and kissed her forehead. Kissed her lips down.
"I'm leaving, get well soon, Angie." Jessica said softly.
"Don't worry, in a few months, I will have as much energy as I used to." Angela said with relief.
Jessica laughed, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, she reached out and brushed the hair on Angela's forehead, leaned over and kissed her lips again, and then left the ward reluctantly.
"She loves you very much." Rachel said suddenly after watching her leave.
Angela coughed lightly, then said in a resentful tone, "Are you going to stand at the door forever?"
Rachel smiled slightly, walked in and closed the door: "I didn't know what to bring to see you, so I bought a bunch of lilies, but... It looks like you don't need extra flowers here."
Although the space of the VIP ward is very large, although it is not allowed to place too many other things in the VIP ward, it is still filled with various things, such as bouquets, letters, postcards and small gift boxes. These were basically sent by Fans, so Angela couldn't just throw them away, so she had to temporarily put them here and wait for a while before being taken away. Almost everyone who came to visit her was forced by her to help open Fans' letters, and then read some very nasty words aloud, even her mother - now can't do strenuous activities and respect everyone who cares Her fans are a very good excuse.
"Why, the flowers in the vase in the right corner should be changed, you can put the lilies there." Angela pursed her lips.
According to her words, Rachel took out the flowers from the vase in the right corner and carefully put them aside, poured out the water inside and washed them again before putting the lilies she brought in. After carefully fiddling with it, I made the flower into a beautiful shape before I stopped and put the vase back in place.
"It's beautiful, I didn't expect you to know how to arrange flowers?" Angela said while looking at the bunch of flowers.
"I don't understand, although I used to be a gardener at home for a period of time, I just thought it would look better to play with it." Rachel shrugged and carefully cleaned up the withered flowers she had taken out and put them in the trash. in the barrel.
Then, the room fell silent, Angela looked at Rachel's back, and Rachel looked at the withered flowers in the trash can, not knowing what to say to the other party.
This atmosphere remained for a long time before Angela broke it: "Speaking of which, this is the first time you have come to see me, right?"
"It's the third time. You were sleeping when you came here two days ago." Rachel replied lightly.
"Well... that's because you need to sleep for a long time to reduce your body's consumption, so you can recover a little faster," Angela said with a slightly exaggerated pouting, "The downside is that if you sleep too much, sometimes Woke up in the middle of the night, and then lay in bed bored and stared at the ceiling in a daze."
Rachel chuckled, and finally turned around. Angela laughed too: "By the way, what are you doing recently."
"Recently?" Rachel tilted her head and recalled, "As usual, pick a role and choose a script, and if you see a suitable one or one you like, go to the audition, and if the producer thinks it's possible, you will officially appear."
After a pause, she showed a somewhat ambiguous self-deprecating look: "Speaking of which, I have never thanked you."
"Ah?" Angela was stunned for a while, and then she understood, "Oh, it's nothing, I just recommended you to James. If you don't have the ability, he won't pick you, right?"
"... More than that." Rachel stopped talking after saying this, her eyes began to wander.
Angela, who had misunderstood her meaning, suddenly became a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and she thought of those nights in Rosarito.
Fortunately, Rachel changed the subject and asked: "What about you? Oh, I mean, you can't do anything in the hospital right now... I mean... I mean, your work may be completely because of this. put on hold…”
Seeing her depressed look because she didn't know what to say, Angela couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter, it's a fact, not only the editing of the new movie has been delayed, but the release of the new album has also become impossible. , the fans are probably very angry? Fortunately, they all expressed their understanding, otherwise there is really no way."
"If this is incomprehensible, then they are not your fans." Rachel replied with a smile.
Angela shrugged reluctantly: "But this seems to be not bad. Although I used to adjust the time of rest and work very well, the situation of taking more than half a year of rest at a time like now has never occurred."
"Not bad?" Rachel raised her eyebrows, her tone suddenly changed, "Do you think it's good to lie here like this?"
"Hmm..." Angela suddenly felt annoyed, why did everyone look the same when talking about this issue, please, I'm obviously joking, okay
Rachel probably also saw her depression, so she didn't continue talking. After a pause for a few seconds, she sighed again: "Speaking of which... I'm really surprised..."
"Surprise?" Angela raised her eyebrows in surprise, "surprised for what?"
But she immediately reacted and smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "I don't think I'm that kind of person? Actually, I had no idea at all at the time. Closing the door to prevent him from entering and persuading him to put down the gun was just a subconscious reaction. To be honest, I am now I'm a little scared, if his gun goes off on my forehead..."
"No," Rachel exclaimed hastily, "I didn't mean that, I just... I just... I can't describe the feeling, the time that seemed frozen when I heard you dying and being taken to the hospital. I never thought I would feel this way, I always thought I hated you more than I loved you, but…”
She spread her hands and didn't continue talking, and Angela didn't speak either. The two of them just stared at each other so quietly, and there was a subtle atmosphere in the room.
"I've made many mistakes," Angela said softly, "some can be forgiven, some can't be forgiven, fortunately those who can be forgiven have been forgiven, and those who can't be forgiven have also been forgiven I'm still wondering what decision to make, but I can't make any more mistakes until then."
After speaking, without waiting for Rachel to speak, Angela suddenly changed the subject: "Can you make me sit up again, Rachel? I still have some things to do."
"Of course it's fine." Rachel came back to her senses and walked to the bedside, making the top half of the mattress rise a little more.
"Thank you, can you help me get the computer now?" Angela pouted again.
"Then what?" Rachel took the computer and put it in front of Angela.
"Please help me log in to my blog and I'll dictate what you type," Angela continued.
"Oh?" Rachel raised her eyebrows at her, "I think you can do it yourself, don't you?"
"Don't be like this, Rachel, it's just writing an article for me, it won't take much time, and it will also allow me to recover better and faster," Angela replied lazily, "Everyone has helped me like this. Me and you are no exception, right?"
"Okay," Rachel sighed helplessly, "So... how do you log in first?"
Under Angela's command and dictation, Rachel quickly logged on to her blog to help type articles. There is nothing new, basically "Thank you for your support, please don't worry about it now that we are recovering", and then said that because I am not good at moving more, this article is still written by others, but I believe that I will be able to do it myself soon. Start typing.
I have to say that Angela is very popular. Although they are all the same things, there are several comments below immediately after the update.
It's a cookie-cutter blessing at the same time, but it can also show how many people are following her blog.
"I'm thinking, if you can't get better as soon as possible, or even worsen and fall into a coma again, will your fans tear down the hospital." Rachel refreshed the page, half sighing and half joking.
"I never make such guesses, it's meaningless..." Angela hummed, and was about to make a joke, but her face changed greatly as the door of the ward opened.
"What's wrong?" Rachel inexplicably looked at the nurse who pushed the cart in, and then at Angela, who was tensed and trembling slightly.
"Don't worry, Miss Angela, it'll be alright, please relax." The nurse who came in said in a relieved tone, obviously getting used to Angela's situation.
"I'm relaxing, but I can't relax." Angela said almost crying. After the nurse took out the liquid, she not only closed her eyes, but also twisted her facial features together.
Seeing all this, Rachel opened her mouth wide, and after a long while she couldn't hold back her smile and asked, "Angie... Are you dizzy?!"