Guardian Angel Read Free Page A

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    “ Well, considering I've had a knock on the head and I’m in hospital, I just kinda assumed you were a figment of my imagination. Maybe I’m going crazy. Heck maybe I’m even still asleep!”
      The woman leaned low over him. She wore a loose fitting white top , and Michael had to try very hard not to glance down her cleavage. She grinned. She gently placed her hand on the meat of his arm and then pinched it hard.
    “ Ouch ”. “What the hell was that for?”
    “ Could a figment of your imagination do that?” the woman countered grinning.
      Michael looked at his arm and saw an angry red mark where she had pinched him. He rubbed it to soothe the pain, his mind reeling. She had left a mark; hallucinations couldn’t leave marks, could they?
    “ OK…OK, this is really too much. Maybe I should just go back to sleep. When I wake up, this will all turn out to be some kind of weird nightmare.” Michael lay back down shutting his eyes.
    “ Hmph So I’m like a nightmare! Sheesh, I spend all your life watching you, keeping you safe. I save your life, so your song doesn’t join the chorus on high, and this is the thanks I get, called a nightmare!” She folded her arms across her chest and turned her back, looking angry.
      Michael opened his eyes again, staring at the ceiling. What she had said, petulant though it was, struck a chord with him. She had said something about the chorus on high. Realisation hit him at once. This woman was the same one in his dream, the same apparition he had seen the night before, and the same woman who had been up in the tree. He had even seen her before the accident. That surely meant she had to be real?
    He turned his head slowly, keeping it buried in the pillow against the vertigo of his situation, and he took a long look at her. She was indeed beautiful in a cute kind of way. She looked to be about five-foot-five but her wings made her seem much larger. She had piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair and a pair of red ribbons worked into two front strands. Michael sighed and swallowed his growing anxiety to try and smooth things over with...well, the angel.
    “ Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, but you have to admit this is a shock to me. I mean, it's not every day you meet an…an angel in a hospital room. It’s like something out of a movie.”
    “ This isn’t any movie, I’m afraid, and I’m not just any angel. I am your angel, your guardian angel. It’s my job to look after you, guide you and one day…" The angel trailed off. "Well anyway," she added "I'm just glad you're ok."
    “ So, what’s your name? I mean, you obviously know mine, seeing as you’ve been with me from day one. Must have been weird seeing me naked all those times, eh?”
    “ My name is Jasmine, and as for seeing you naked, I can’t say seeing a tiny winkle was altogether very interesting. But you were a cute baby, I must admit, especially that little birthmark on the back of your thigh. Looks like a little baby sheep,”
      This had to be real. No-one had seen that mark, apart from his parents and a few ex-girlfriends. He also felt himself blush at having his joke turned against him. Did she look at him in the shower now he was an adult? No, being an angel he doubted she would do something so improper. Michael decided to accept things as they were, at least for now; if he tried to go against the flow his head might explode.
    “ So, what happened with the accident? I barely remember it? You must have seen it. After it happened, I saw you in my dreams.”
    Jasmine’s face turned very serious, and she moved to sit by him on the bed. She smelled of the flower she was named after. As she sat on the bed, she barely made an impression, as if she were light as a feather. She placed her hand on the bed to steady herself, then leaned closer.
    “ You were involved in a car accident, as the nurse told you…but it wasn't really an accident. Someone influenced that driver,