Angel and Yvette

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Angel and Yvette share a few moments before they get to go home - and decide it's time for a bit of a laugh.



Despite the bags under her eyes, Angel was looking happier and more upbeat than she had in days. They were going home and Yvette was healing – gone was the constant state of tension that she’d been in since the accident was starting to finally fade away. Now she was lugging her bag around while holding the bag of Yvette’s stuff as well. Her friend was healing, true, but Angel was healthy and didn’t mind carting her roommate’s stuff around.



“Ready to go home?” she asked, turning to face Yvette with a tired but genuine smile.



Gingerly turning around – the stitches really were tender and for someone who hadn’t been able to feel much for the past three years, annoying as hell – Yvette gave her friend an echoing smile. “More than ready,” she replied. “I am seeing why people are not liking the hospitals, after being stuck in the bed for so long.”



Setting the bags down near her feet, Angel headed over to Yvette. “Plus, it smells weird in here.” She couldn’t imagine how someone with a stronger sense of smell would be able to handle it – like Doreen or Kyle, if he had been there. “And there’s so many more people to spoil you rotten at home so the sooner we get there, the better it’ll be.” It was silly but her throat felt tight at the thought of being able to take Yvette home.



The slight rising of her friend’s voice on the last word was a dead giveaway, and Yvette reached out to wrap her arms around Angel’s waist. “I am glad,” she said. “To have such friends as you, to be worrying for me. Everything will be all right now, yes? I have the new kidney and the doctors say I will be healing well. It is the family kidney, so I do not have to worry so much about the rejection, yes?”



It was really hard not to squish Yvette into a giant hug. The ability to do just that was an astounding one but Angel knew that there was still pain, even with the pain killers. She settled for a gentle, longer lasting one. “Everything’s going to be much better now,” Angel agreed, feeling no shame at some of the tears that welled up. “We’ve got the best doctors in the world at your beck and call, you know? Now that you can travel. And, yeah, totally a lower chance of rejection with this kidney.”



She sniffled and continued, “Man, I was so worried about you.”



“I was being worried about me,” Yvette admitted, holding onto Angel. She had so many people to thank, to let know how much she cared… being able to touch them was making it so much easier. Briefly she wondered how it was she was ever going to be able to give it up, and pushed the thought away. Later. Right now, there was healing and hugging her roommate, who was shaking slightly with emotion. “But it will be all right. Thanks to the man… thanks to my father, yes? I do not know why he is changing his mind, but I am being glad that he did.”



“You and me both. I’m not sure what got him to change his mind, either, but however happened I’m sure it was for a good reason.” Because she was standing and Yvette wasn’t, Yvette’s head came up to Angel’s chest. Angel leaned her cheek against the soft hair and closed her eyes, thanking God for answering all of those prayers she’d been sending up since this entire thing started. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t made it,” she admitted.



“He did so many bad things – perhaps this was his way to be saying sorry for them, to be doing the thing that would help someone else, to save the life.” Perhaps it was naïve, but the man had been her biological father. There had to have been some good in him, to have produced her, as Doreen had said. Good that had come out in the end. She gave Angel an extra squeeze. “But I am making it, so we do not have to be thinking about such things, yes?” she continued, giving her friend a reassuring smile. “And it is the nice day outside and I would like to be having some sun before we are going.”



Angel hugged back before she stepped away, a grin appearing through the tears. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. How are your internal dohickeys feeling? Up for a spin around the hospital and into the sun?”



“They all seem to be in the right place, yes,” Yvette replied, curious as to what her roomie was planning. “I cannot be walking very far, I do not think.”



“I’d say don’t go anywhere, but, uh I don’t think that’s a problem. I’ll be right back.” When Angel was outside of the hospital room, she paused and pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes and scrubbed hard. There’d been enough tears and Yvette probably could use a little bit of laughter. Now, where had she last seen it?



A few minutes later, Angel was preceded into the room by the wheelchair she was pushing. “You want out, let’s get you out in style. It’s no limo but we’ll take what I can steal – I mean borrow, right?”



Yvette laughed, winced, and then clapped her hands together. “You are the genius, yes? I think Forge is to be looking for his genius hat, because you will have it, you are so smart.”



Angel giggled and held out her hands to Yvette to help her into the chair. “Come on, let’s see if we can cause anyone to suddenly sprout grey hair.”