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»An Angel's Scarf«

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Jess POV

I'm cold.

I'm shaking.

I'm Alive?

I softly open my eyes. Fluorescent white light floods my sight. There's squashed whispers on my left. I closed my eyes and listened instead.

Jin spoke, "Everyone saw."

Tim hissed, "What if her old stalker friends saw the news?"

Sobbing.

A chair moved closer to the sobbing and it became muffled.

Silence?

"She's okay, that's all that matters," Ross whispers.

I open my eyes again. My eyes adjusted to the painful lighting. I'm aware of something in my arm. I blink. I flex my hand into a fist then flat a few times.

Ross stands, "Jess?"

"Hmph," I replied groggily.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief. I softly sit up. I'm alive. I don't know how. I look at them.

Shelby is in Max's arms sobbing hysterically. Ross put his phone up. Jin quickly scrambles to his feet. Tim looks... Guilty.

I study Tim and he looks away. Jin strides up towards me, Ross stays close but doesn't quiet crowd the area around me. Ross gently stops him, whispers something then let's go of his shirt. Jin slowly went back and put a chair by the hospital bed.

I blink. I sit up straight. I look at my arms, only scratches. I blink again, "Sorry."

My voice is broken and soft.

Jin makes a face, "Why?"

I don't reply and look away, I finally speak, "So many reasons."

I look towards the door. I'm tired. Can they leave? I don't want to be rude so I don't say anything.

(A few minutes pass)

"We have to go, are you okay alone?" Max asks and gets up.

I nod and sink back into my bed.

They leave, it's about 10 PM now. I look at the door.

A small child stands by the door, he grins. He puts his tiny, fragile hand out and does an awkward little kid waved. "Nigh Night!" He giggled.

I blinked. I felt something in my palm. I look down at a green scarf in my hand. There's small golden letters stitched into the seam of the fabric.

Malichi.

I look at the scarf.

Malichi Bridge.

A little boy angel? And I have his scarf.