I slowly wake with the feeling of being carried. As the thought runs through my mind "I haven't been carried for years." I'm laid down and i start hearing beeps and stuff like that. That's when I start to freak out, so I flail, trying to hit whatever is near me away, when, suddenly i'm restrained. I open my eye's to see a pair of bright blue eyes. I'm so taken aback that i immediately relax, there was something in his smile that told me i was safe. "You're safe now, What's your name?" It takes me a second to realize he is speaking to me. "Oh um... Lyza" I pause as I find my voice sounding weird and scratchy. I must have made a face because he chuckles, which, of course, brings me to blush, then hands me a glass of water before helping me sit up. I have never felt a hand so gentle. I chase away the thought so i don't blush anymore than I already am and try to chug the water. He catches my wrist, again with a gentle hand, and shakes his head "Sip it or it'll come right back out." I nod and he lets go, but as soon as the water touches my lips, I realize just how thirsty i am and start to chug. Suddenly it starts rushing back up and there is a bucket in my lap. I expel it all back into the bucket. He chuckles again and says "I told you to sip it for a reason" I look up and see him holding the bucket and handing me a towel.
"Thanks" I reply as i take the towel and wipe my face.
"Sip it this time, and it won't come back" He repeats with a look that tells me that i know better, "I could always put you on the drip" He points to the I.V. I shudder, shaking my head. "Then sip it" He nods to the cup
I roll my eyes as i take a sip "yes, mother" He chuckles and waves a scolding finger. I flinch slightly until i see the playfulness in his eyes, then i see the playfulness turn to concern as he drops his hand. "sorry," He whispers. It shocks me to hear that, he is like no other guy i knew from before this whole disaster thing happened, it intrigues me. I stare at him as he walks to the door and opens it, i see clothes inside and it hits me. I missed the bucket at one point and it is all over his shirt. He pulls a shirt out and takes off the shirt out and takes off the shirt he has on. I watch in silent awe at the subtle movement of lythe muscles as he takes off the shirt. then i cannot hold back a gasp. Wings as dark asMidnight were folded neatly against his back. I swear i've seen wings like that before.... Haven't I?
