She was wrong, he wasn't an Angel, but she was.

The Angel of numbness. The Angel of mercy. The Angel that filled his life with a wonderful feeling and horrible pain at the same time. He knew it was wrong. Barmy. Totally mind fucked, but he needed her. Really needed her. He probably had never needed anything as much as her.

"For real Mick?"

Mick knew the voice, of course. He had heard it at least a million times in his life and still his mind couldn't come up with anything. The fog still held him prisoner and his memories were locked away so deep down that he probably could be lucky to still remember his own name. So he didn't even question why his band mate and closest friend had so sudden appeared in his world of numbness.

"Come on. You're usually not relying so much on girls except for one thing and she's not even giving you that."

Mick could hear Keith laugh and saw him lid a cigarette as he sat up. Strangely his arms hurt, badly. He had no idea why and the pain was different from any he had before. His skin was tingling and it was hot. He shuddered and adjusted his position, so his arms no longer supported his weight, but it didn't help much. The pain was still there likr Keith was and Mick wasn't sure what of the two worried him more.

"Why are you here?" Mick mumbled. His voice sounding as weak as he felt, if not even worse.

"I'm just here to help. The great Mick Jagger at the mercy of a woman might have something ironically to it, but damn mate, this is seriously fucked up shit."

Usually Keith's presence would have maybe reassured Mick, but instead it unnerved him. If Keith Richards told you that a situation is seriously fucked up, it was probably far worse than that. Keith had a habit off talking things down and making them seem less bad than they were, which Mick didn't need at the moment. He knew his situation was bad and he didn't need Keith to tell him that. 

"You're not here."

Keith smiled and took a drag from his cigarette. " You're right and I'm rather thankful for that. The Sister keeps you on a rather short leash and I prefer my freedom, contrary to you apparently."

"I'm surely not enjoying this!" He yelled at Keith, but the guitarist seemed hardly impressed, instead he let himself fall down on the bed and Mick thought he could feel Keith's weight on his legs until he remembered that it was impossible. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. Keith was only an illusion and the weight was probably only the pain of his broken leg that slowly resurfaced from the cloud of painkillers.

"Whatever you say mate. If I were you and I'm glad I'm not, believe me, I would fight back and not just lay in bed totally useless and wait for her to drug me up to the point I couldn't think anymore. Wow never thought I would say that, but well you know what I mean."

Mick had to smile at that. It was definitely good to see a familiar face, even if it was only a hallucination, but it was right. He had to do something, he couldn't just stay here and what did he have to lose? She had already broken his leg and drugged him up to a point he hardly was more than a brainless glob.

His only problem was that he had no idea how to accomplish his escape. He couldn't leave through the window, therefore it was too high, especially with a broken leg. His only chance was the door, but it was locked at all times and she only unlocked it if she came around to look after him and in his current state he was definitely too weak to fight her. If he had a weapon of some kind, he might have a chance, but his room, his whole universe was next to empty and the few items he had were no weapon material.

"Mick, you're surprising me. I would have bet your plan would include some sort of seduction and not violence. She's not that bad looking for you to wish to strike her down." Mick had nearly forgotten about the Keith illusion, who was no longer sitting on his bed, but on the window sill now, still smoking and smiling

"You don't mean...?" he dumbly asked. Of course he knew what Keith meant, but it made no sense to him. Seducing who and why? What would he gain from that?

Keith snorted. "Since when do you waste a second thought about sleeping with a girl? She's obviously mad about you, use it too your advantage. Maybe she lets you even leave or at least leave this room, aren't you getting sick of these white walls?  Damn she really did a number on you, if you didn't even think about seducing her to gain favours."

Could he really...? Probably, but that sounded even in his drugged up state mad and still it might be worth a try. He had no energy left to fight her, but seducing her, especially when she was so enamoured with him, should be easy, shouldn't it?

Ehh... Sorry? It's been two months and the chapter is short af, but well... I'll try to update from now on a bit more regularly again. 

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