Ange frowned when Vanity began to vomit. In truth, he was worried for her, but he did his best not to show it. After all Ange and Vanity had been through together, Ange was sure that they'd somehow be okay. If they weren't it would be Ange's fault entirely. It was his crazy idea to break out of the hospital and it was his idea to kill his parents.

If they weren't in deep shit before, they certainly were now. Ange, as usual, didn't think it through that well. He sighed, sooner or later they would be spotted by someone... police, neighbors, anyone. No place was safe anymore. Ange didn't really mean to get Vanity into so much trouble, he was only hoping that he could use her to his advantage. Somehow getting what he wanted without the guilt or shame of having consequences. He never thought he'd be experiencing the exact thing he was trying to avoid.

Ange sighed once more, the weight of so many consequences falling heavy on him. He leaned against a nearby tree, thinking of what was left of his life now. As he stood in thought, the rustle of leaves shook Ange from his thoughts and immediately he rushed to Vanity's side. "Shh..."