Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:42:00 +0000 From: me!!!! ******* Subject: My Guardian Angel.......young/friends As always, if you are under age please do not read firther. If you are of legal age and appreciate the love between boys then read on and feel free to contact me. I love hearing from you and please feel free to voice your opinions and suggestions. I appreciate so much your emails supporting me after my illness. I am making a good recovery and your emails mean so much as does your help and suggestions.Thanks. hugsterbear@hotmail.com My Guardian Angel-----chapter 1 The small, frail, almost transparent figure approached the sleeping boy on the bed. Michael was his name. The sleeping boy was Andrew. Michael walked up slowly and watched the boy sleeping. His young body lay still with his face, head and arms out from under the cool sheets. He stared at the cuteness of the boy. His blond hair neatly brushed out of his face and the rosy cheeks could plainly be seen. The slightly puckered lips moved slightly as he breathed. His small chest moved up and down as he lay in perfect slumber. As Michael watched the boy, his eyes were moving under his closed eye lids. Andrew was definitely dreaming and seemed to curl his lips in a small smile. Something or someone in his dream was making him smile. His small succulent lips pursed ready for a warm kiss, moved slightly again. Michael moved closer to Andrew and took his small hand into his own hands, then leaned over and gently kissed the sleeping boy. Andrews eyes fluttered several times and then they opened to see Michael standing beside him with the whitest hair, and the most sterile blue eyes Andrew had ever seen. Michael spoke softly ... 'Hell-o Andrew, I'm Michael.' 'Whhoooo ... whooo ... ahemmm ... who arrrrre you?' Andrew spoke so raspy he was barely heard. 'Why don't you get up so we can play?' Michael spoke gently to Andrew. Andrew smiled and looked at Michael with his shaggy white hair and smile so inviting you wanted to touch them ... 'did you ugh ... did you just kiss me before?' Michael smiled at the beautiful little boy stirring in the bed now ...'Idid Andrew, did you mind?' Andrew smiled back and studied the radiant boy standing there holding his hand ... 'Ugh, no not really I kinda liked it. Will you do it again?' Michael smiled sweetly his eyes almost slits from the full facial grin and leaned forward and kissed Andrew gently on the lips. Andrew puckered slightly to accept his warm kiss and Michael slowly pulled away only to realize Andrew was back in slumber. Michael stayed beside the sleeping boy and studied his beautiful face, never letting go of his hand. A soothing voice echoed in the room ... 'Michael, you need to wake him and try to get him to stay awake.' Michael watched Andrew for a few more moments just studying his face and how the boy was smiling while he slept. Michael then leaned forward again and kissed the sweet lips again and this time lingered a while longer and seemed to breathe into Andrews partially opened lips. He was breathing his own breath into the sleeping boy. Andrew awakened gasping for air in shock ... 'Uuuuuhhh' He looked with freight into the steely blue eyes of Michael and continued to try and catch his breath ... 'Whhhaaa...uuuuhhh...whaaaaaa...whattsss happening?' Michael touched his arm and soothed the boy ... 'You're all right now Andrew, you are fine. Calm down.' Andrews eyes had started to tear over and his lips quivered , fighting back the urge to cry. He contained himself and started to breathe normally again. 'I'm sorry. Did I doze back off a while?' Michael nodded his shaggy white head, 'yes for a bit.' It had been nearly two hours. 'Andrew, please try and stay awake for a while, I don't have much time to stay. Can you please talk?' Michaels tranquil voice calmed Andrew down. 'I've brought you something.' Michael put a small medallion in his small hand and curled it up. 'I love you Andrew.' 'Please don't leave Michael ... Please don't leave.' Andrew almost in tears again, begging his new friend to stay. Michael took the warm hand back into both his hands and smiled and spoke gently ... 'I can only stay for a while longer. But Andrew,always remember, I will always be right here.' Michael put his small hand on Andrews chest above his heart and pressed it against Andrews warm skin. The skin of each boy was silky soft and something seemed to be flowing into Andrews body from Michaels touch. Michael took the hand with the medallion and pressed to Andrews chest. Michael held his hand against the boys skin and Andrew seemed to be comforted by the touch ... 'mmmmmmmm. That is so nice Michael. Where did you learn that?' Andrew opened his eyes to look at Michael smiling down at him and leaned in to kiss Andrew again. Michael raised back up and Andrew tried to raise up as well. Andrew reached out to grab Michael with both hands as he tried getting into a sitting position... 'Pleeease.' He continued to reach for the boy ...Andrew spoke towards Michael. 'Please don't leave.' Michael looked at the teary eyed boy ... 'I'll be with you always.' Andrew tried to get out of his bed and suddenly felt the hard floor as he fell on it in a loud thud ... 'Uhhhhmmmph. Then looking down at the floor Andrew screamed ... 'OOohhhhh noooooo.' The door flew open and there were people all around the boy. Picking him up and putting him back in bed ... 'Help me, please help me. Andrew was crying and on the verge of hsterics. He was thrashing and pushing away the hands that were trying to help him, and yelling for his mother and father to come help him. 'Here you go baby, this will calm you down.' Andrew felt the sharp pinch in his arm and almost immediately he began to feel relaxed and calming as he drifted off to sleep. Hours later Michael again leaned over and took the small hand in his and leaned in for another sweet wake up kiss. He raised back up and looked at the boy. 'Michael, I thought you left me.' Andrew tried to make his face smile. Michael spoke sweetly again and it soothed the fear Andrew had ... 'I told you Andrew, I'll always be right here for you.' Michael again touched the pale chest of the sniffling boy. 'Thaaaaa nks.' Andrew spoke softly. 'Michael ... Michael something's wrong!' Andrew was almost screaming again ... 'My leg is gone ... what happened?' Michael touched the frightened boys shoulder and pushed him back on the bed ... 'Wait Andrew, I'll get someone.' Michael turned and was gone. A few moments later the door opened and a kind voice was heard and Andrew turned his head. 'Well, no one told me you were awake, sweety. Can I get you something? You gave us quite a scare there for a while.' 'But where is Michael? Didn't he just get you to come in here?' Andrew quized the face with the voice. 'Baby, no one told me anything, and no Michael has been here. You have been asleep for several hours. Do you know hwere you are baby?' 'Mmmm mmmm no. where?' Andrew was stunned about the happenings and all the people around him in white. 'Where ugh am I?' 'Baby wait just a minute.' She left and shortly after several people entered the room ... 'Maaaaahhhm. Mom ... where's dad?' Andrew was in tears from seeing his Mother. 'Mom what's wrong with my leg? It's gone!' Sheila came over and hugged her son tightly and started to weep herself... rocking the boy and starting to talk but had to clear her voice, then started again. 'Baby, dad is gone. You and he were on the way back from the ballgame and a drunk driver hit the car head on. Dad was killed instantly and you lost your leg and we thought we had lost you too. We didn't think you were gonna wake up for weeks and weeks.' 'What? Andrew was in pure shcok. 'How long?' 'Baby, you have been in a coma for 4 weeks now. .. I'm so sorry baby,Momma is with you now, don't worry.' Sheila stood and said, 'Ill get the doctor and get you something to help you sleep.' Andrew yelped back, 'Sleep? I been asleep for weeks. Michael said its time to wake up.' Sheila looked stunned at her son 'Michael?' Andrew spurted back looking around the room, 'Michael... Michael?Where is Michael?' His mother stepped closer and sat on the side of the bed. She put her tender hand over his closed hand and said, 'baby, you are in isolation, No one but doctors and nurses have been in here. They let me in for a few minutes each day. Baby, no Michael has been here, Trust Momma.' Andrew looked at the wet eyes of his loving Mother, 'But mom I love Michael and he said he would always be with me.' 'Baby, you must have been dreaming, but someone did get you to come out of this coma. I'll check to make sure, but I don't think anyone was here.' Sheila got up to leave and a Andrew called her back. 'Mom, but look, he gave me this...' Andrew had his palm opened and showing it to his mother, 'look.' His mother clasped her heart and satrted crying as she looked at her sons hand and in it he had his fathers St Michael medallion.