"I can't be your angel if you don't want me." PCP protested, and squeezed Marijuana's hand tightly and held it to her chest. She blinked once more and then didn't blink again, eyes wide and staring. The whites of her eyes seemed to brighten to a lighter shade of white. She raised up on her toes to nudge Marijuana's nose with her's. "I'm mad at you." She said, but mostly she just looked like she wanted to cry. "Why would you do this to me?"