Why?

  Zeek stepped into the recovery room where Della was being attended to by Hallie. "You can't be in here yet," Hallie said curtly to Zeek. "I won't be in your way," Zeek said as he sat down in the chair across from Della's bed. "She's in good hands you know?" Hallie told him. "I know, but mine are better." He replied. "I'll get the doctor." Hallie huffed and she left the room.

  Zeek couldn't help but to stare at Della as she slept. She looked so peaceful, like an angel that had accidentally fallen straight out of Heaven. The sun light was reflecting on her perfect olive skin and it made her glow like some kind of celestial creature. He couldn't help but to find her absolutely beautiful.

  He secretly hoped that it would work out for her and Mister. He had been by Mister's side for about ten years now, and he had seen the women come and go. Most were just looking to be fed, but this one was somehow different. He didn't even know her, so he couldn't rea