Take Flight

The Ones Who Cannot Be Killed

"She's stable. She won't wake up for a few hours we think, but she will be just fine."

"Oh my... Thank you Doctor, I... Oh my God !"

Angelina watches as the woman next door collapses in the arms of what seems to be her husband. A hand instantly brushes her back to comfort her. Her face falls back inside her hands. She stopped crying for what feels an eternity without her beloved lover, but her eyes are still red and swollen, and the pain is still as strong as it were when the tears were still falling.

"Miss... Jolie ?"

Angelina only replies by lifting her eyes to the nurse who just called out her name.

"We're sorry we had to call you here, Miss Y/L/N will be transported to the mortuary shortly. We're deeply sorry for your lo..."

"Can I see her now ?" Angelina cuts her off curtly, "They didn't allow me to come in there. Are they allowed to do that ? Why couldn't I see her ? It's been hours that I..."

She chokes on the sobs coming back from deep inside her throat. James wraps his arm around her and holds her tight.

"Yes, of course, I... I don't know why you couldn't see her before. They are going to move her soon, though. You would have more time at the mortuar..."

"I want to see her now."

"Angie..."

"No, no James. Let me see her. Let me. I want to. I need to."

She takes her brother's arm off her, her eyes showing she has made her decision and wont back away from it. James lets her go with a slight nod of disapproval. Neither of them knows in which state Y/N is, and he knows very well that his sister is even more fragile and affected after the loss of her daughter. He had driven faster than ever after he had received Angelina's chaotic text from which he hadn't even picked up that Y/N had died. He hadn't fully understood what happened, but he knew for Angelina to send him such nonsense, that it was serious, and he couldn't afford anything to happen to his sister. He's only a spectator now while Angelina disappears through the door.

She walks into the room, making her steps as light as if she didn't want to wake up Y/N. Only Y/N will never wake up again. As she gets closer, the paleness of her lover's face hits Angelina like a punch in the face. She puts both her hands on the side of the bed, leaning over to see every single detail of Y/N's face. Wounds are scattered all over her face, but fuck, how beautiful is she ! Tears are rolling down Angelina's cheeks as she observes her lover a little while longer. She looks asleep. She looks at peace. With the world. With herself. Slowly, Angelina realizes Y/N had never looked more peaceful than in this moment, and the pain eased just the sightliest bit. The one she loves the most is finally at peace.

She took off the sheet from Y/N's arm and froze. Scars. Scars and cuts all over. Not the ones created by the fall. Parallel lines drawn on her body by none other than Y/N herself. With her forefinger, Angelina retraces some of the older scars on the naked arm, suddenly brought back to her own self-harming days. She knows exactly what kind of pain you have to be in to resort to this kind of options. These last few weeks, she had been so caught up with her own grief she hadn't seen just how low her lover had gotten. She takes Y/N's inanimate hand in hers, and her heart is aching to the thought that she could've prevented this from happening. All of it.

A hand on her shoulder makes her turn around brutally, and the same nurse who talked to her in the hallway is faced with a teary face once again.

"I'm sorry, they're here for the transfer. I'm going to have to ask you to step outside of the room."

If a few minutes ago, Angelina would've most probably protested, her mind is somewhere else now and she just walks out of the room without a word, falling back into her brother's arms.