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Still woozy from the painkillers, Sir Pentious looked up at the ceiling. He had been extremely lucky to avoid Adam's attack in time.
He had broken everything he could break, but apart from that, he was fine.
Angel and Husk had found him under the rubble and quickly brought him to safety.
His Majesty King Lucifer had personally conjured up a makeshift hospital room for him, so that he could rest while the hotel was being rebuilt.
Even his Egg Boizs were taken care of, so that he really only had to focus on his healing.
“So, awake again?”
He raised his head with difficulty and realized that his bed was sinking slightly.
“M-Miss Bomb!”
His eyes must have been playing tricks on him and if he could raise his arms, he would run his hands over his eyes in disbelief.
Cherri sat in front of him and grinned mischievously at him. The painkillers were playing tricks on him.
“They got you real bad, old man,” she said and he felt warm fingers stroking his forehead and cheek.
A warm shiver ran through his bruised body.
“I'm glad you're okay again”, said Cherri, still caressing his face and laughing, “Your action was a real blast. I would never have thought you'd do that.”
Pentious didn't know which action she meant.
His suicide mission or the passionate kiss he had given her beforehand.
He didn't regret any of it, especially not the kiss. He had never felt so courageous in all his life.
But sacrificing everything for his friends and the woman he loved, had been the right thing to do at the moment.
The mere fact that he had survived was nothing short of a miracle.
“When were you actually going to show me this?” Cherri asked, holding a piece of paper in the air.
Pentious eyes grew wide. “Where did you get this?”
If he could have used his arms, he would have grabbed the letter, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
Destroying all the remains of it, so that nobody would ever see it.
He had written this letter the night before the great battle. A love letter to his beloved Cherri. But he didn't like the fact that she was now seeing this letter.
“You know,” Cherri said, stroking his cheek and putting the letter somewhere where he could no longer see it. “Before we write each other love letters, why don't we go on a date first?”
He blinked in surprise, “Please repeat yourself.”
Cherri chuckled, “I didn't know it blew your ears off too. I want to go on a date with you. A proper old-fashioned one with talking and stuff.”
“I must have something wrong with my head, because it sounds like you've asked me out again.”
That couldn't be true, it was the painkillers that had given him this beautiful dream. He could hardly believe his luck otherwise.
“I'm serious Pentious,” she gently slapped his shoulder. "As soon as you're feeling a little better, we can meet up. I'm here in this dump now too, you know.”
Carefully, Cherri got up from the bed.
Pentious wanted to hit himself. Why had he said that bullshit! All he had to do was say yes.
It had been his chance and he blew it.
“I'll be back here tomorrow, I hope to see you here.”
He could almost see her wonderful grin, but unfortunately he couldn't turn his head that far yet.
“Yes, I, I'm looking forward to it as well.”
The door slammed shut loudly and opened again almost immediately.
“Miss Bomb?” he asked as soft lips were already on his and long pink hair tickled his forehead.
It was definitely not a dream and he would make the most of it.
He would not let this second miracle pass him by.