Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... lungs.” I said shakily. “I know my love. I’m not going to leave you.” She whispered. “The bullet is still inside. I need to get it out.” I said. As gently as humanly possible, I placed my fingers on the wound, causing Angel to whimper in pain. Everyone in the bank watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder, moving aside torn flesh and splintered bone, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. Angel trembled in my arms and cried out in pain as I pulled the slug out and tossed it aside. Angel then did the same to me. With unparalleled tenderness and care, she reached into my shoulder with her fingers, dug through the flesh, and pulled out the bullet. I looked around at the blood that coated the floor. Her hair was scattered out in all directions, blending with the blood perfectly and almost making it look like the blood was just her hair melting. Angel had bled too much, I had to do something to save her. Gaining a desperate idea, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me. “What are you doing?” Angel asked. “We are the same blood type. I’d give anything to keep you alive, even the fluid in my veins.” I replied as I pressed our wounds together and hoped that the blood pouring from my veins would enter hers. I held onto Angel for dear life as I gave her as much blood as possible. Behind me, the gunman whose throat I had torn reached out and grabbed the dropped weapon of one of his comrades. With his dying strength, he aimed the gun at me and pulled ...

... the trigger. There was no beeping heart monitor, but I knew I was in a hospital bed. I ached all over and could feel needles in my arms. But there was something else… I felt something warm in my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Angel’s beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with sadness and worry and her hands were wrapped around mine. Her arm was wrapped in a sling and her shoulder was bandaged up tight, just like mine. I looked to my right and could hear the whirring of the large machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several tubes filled with blood. “Oh shit.” I cursed. It was a bypass machine. It was no wonder that there was no heart monitor; I had no heartbeat. The bypass machine was keeping my blood flowing. I looked into Angel’s eyes. “What is the verdict?” I asked. Angel took a deep breath; it was evident that she had been crying. “One of the gunmen managed to aim his gun at you and fire before bleeding to death. The bullet pierced you through the middle of the chest. It didn’t stab your heart directly, but it did cut through the muscle and rupture one of the chambers. You were leaking heavily into your chest cavity. They were able to close the wound, but every time they let your heart beat on its own, the tear opens back up. They’ve already sutured and cauterized the wound twice, and if the tear opens one more time, it will be beyond their ability to repair.” She explained. “So my heart is too wounded to work properly and this machine is the only thing ...